Текст песни Wessex Boy (Original Demo) - Frank Turner
Let
me
tell
you
all
a
little
story
of
the
things
I′ve
found,
Hanging
out
and
drinking
with
my
friends
in
the
cathedral
grounds,
And
later
dodging
drunks
as
we
dance
along
Jury
Street,
As
we
wander
up
town
to
the
railway
our
friends
to
meet,
There's
something
about
coming
back
to
your
hometown
again,
The
place
where
you
grew
up
and
where
you
found
your
firmest
friends,
And
though
none
of
them
still
live
here,
I′ve
got
nowhere
to
go,
I'm
a
Wessex
Boy
and
when
I'm
here
I′m
home
Let
me
tell
you
all
a
little
story
of
the
things
I′ve
lost,
Huddling
for
warmth
on
the
top
step
of
the
Buttercross,
Sitting
on
the
benches
by
the
bridges
at
the
riverside,
Of
counting
down
the
hours
for
the
buses
cause
I
missed
my
ride
There's
something
about
coming
back
to
your
hometown
again,
The
place
where
you
grew
up
and
where
you
found
your
firmest
friends,
And
though
none
of
them
still
live
here,
I′ve
got
nowhere
to
go,
I'm
a
Wessex
Boy,
a
Wessex
boy
and
when
I′m
here
I'm
home
And
one
day
I
will
hear
this
song
anonymous
and
sweet,
Ringing
out
from
a
buskers
guitar
on
the
ancient
city
streets,
I′ll
pause
awhile
and
smile
before
I
continue
on
the
road,
And
somebody
else
will
sing
the
words
and
I'll
feel
like
I'm
home
There′s
something
about
hometowns
you
never
can
escape
The
triumphs
and
the
tragedies
and
those
of
little
faith
The
welling
of
nostalgia
and
feeling
kind
of
strange,
Cause
despite
the
little
changes
yeah
this
place
still
feels
the
same
There′s
something
about
coming
back
to
your
hometown
again,
The
place
where
you
grew
up
and
where
you
found
your
firmest
friends,
And
though
none
of
them
still
live
here,
I've
got
nowhere
to
go,
I′m
a
Wessex
Boy,
I'm
a
Wessex
boy
and
when
I′m
here
I'm
home
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