LIVERPOOL TOWN
(Stan Kelly / Leon Rosselson)


Oh I wish I was back in Liverpool
Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze,
No fields of waving corn
Where there's lots of girls with peroxide curls
And the black and tan flows free
Where there's six in a bed by the old pier head
And it's Liverpool town for me

Now t'is seven long years since I've wandered away
To sail the wide sea over
I took me a trip on an old steamship
That was bound for Baltimore
I was seven days sick, I just could not stick
That bobbing up and down
And I told him, Jack, you'd better turn back
For dear old Liverpool town

Now there's every race and color of face
There's every kind of name
But the pigeons on the pier head
Sure they treat you all the same
If you walk on down Parliament Street
You'll see faces black and brown
And I've also seen them orange and green
In dear old Liverpool town