My Town

Well this town I come from once used to be

A flagship of progress, a new industry

But look at her now, do you see what I see?

How times have been much harder

'Cause this town was never expected to last

Now most of her future lies deep in her past

We've given back little and we've taken the best

And her hills sit like ancient lava

Ah this place was built by young Milltown stiffs

Who toiled most their lives on the old graveyard shift

But history's conveniently glossed over this

And sold us a different fable

Oh let's go back to your town

We can't go back to mine

My town hit the poorhouse in 1969

My town

We settled down in her when I was just ten

And futures looked sharper and rosier when

The eyes of the world were upon us but then

The cards were on the table

Oh Fridays at seven we'd all head into town

The Buccaneer Cafe and then on to the Crown

At the heart of the season it was the good old showground

The claret and the blue boys

But oh let's go back to your town

'Cause we can't go back to mine

My town hit the poorhouse in 1969

My town, my town, yeah

Well this town I come from she's seen better days

Just setting those October night skies ablaze

And now if you saw her, man, you'd be amazed

How everything's turned so grey

But may God bless her workers and may God bless her jocks

And may God bless those claret and blue cotton socks

We've torn up her pastures, ah we've quarried her rocks

And we've left her like ancient lava

Oh let's go back to your town

'Cause we can't go back to mine

My town hit the poorhouse in 1969

My town, my town

My town was never expected to last

Now most of her future lies deep in her past