Walton Breck Road
¶ 1
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Down the old terrace houses
Round the back of a dozen pubs
The venders selling bags of chips
Nowdays its hot dogs
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There’s scarves and flags in red
And the accents all well known
And when I’m walking down this place
I know that I am home
¶ 3
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Me Nan was born just round the ground
Me Grandad was a blue
Me Dad and me didn’t choose the Reds
The Reds roared “We’re choosing YOU”!
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