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