U.K. Albums 

MY HOME TOWN
(Hank Marvin, Bruce Welch & John Farrar)

My home town, she's big and she's brown,
She reaches to the sky above and every where you
Look she's all around you.
My back yard is dirty and hard,
It's never seen a flower grow yes I can testify
That it's no garden,
One of these days,
I'm gonna pack my bags and take a train to some big city.
Where the lights are bright and I know all the girls are pretty ¼
My home folk, were raised in the smoke
Of fiery factory chimney stacks that gave you
Work but in return they choked you ¼
choked you

When I wake up I wake up in the morning,
Work all the day till the sun goes down,
Gotta save up all the money I'm earning, gotta have
Enough to kiss this town ¼
Borrowing books from the public library
Teaching myself 'bout the world outside
Pictures of sunny places invite me, goodbye town
I'm taking a ride ¼

My mother started crying at the station
She asked me if I wouldn't change my mind,
Afraid the city lights were gonna blind me,
The whistle blows and terminates my journey
Cold reality is right on time ¼
The factory gates close once again behind me ¼
But one of these days I'm gonna pack my bags and
Take a train to some big city, where the lights are
Bright and I know all the girls are pretty ¼
One of these days ¼

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