Walton Breck Road

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Down the old terrace houses
Round the back of a dozen pubs
The venders selling bags of chips
Nowdays its hot dogs

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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”!


“I was born on the banks of the Mersey
Facin’ the Irish sea
It might not seem like heaven to you
But it’s home sweet home to me”

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/walton-breck-road-3/