Clements-Craggs
I was born to the sound of the shipyard poundin' and a lonesome foghorn blowin'
where the noise and the dirt and the steelworks filled the sky.
I was raised in the days when the old time ways looked set to keep on goin'
and you kept your place and never questioned why.
And it was all in black and white, but 'til it came one Saturday night
there was a church hall function and people come from miles around
there was a band that played guitars, and the us they looked like stars
they got the old folks running up and tellin' them to turn it down
but we said yeah, yeah, we're living in a Rock 'n' Roll town.
We were just that age, when the world's a stage so we took off all the chances
there was a second hand store where we laid our money down
steppin' out live at a downbeat dive, where the kids knew all the dances
comin' on strong like a meanest thing around.
But one dark and rainy night, when the boys began to fight
I took a midnight-flyer and I knew where I was bound
I got in with a big time band and the singer took me by the hand
and she said boy you can really lay that rhythmn down
and I said yeah, yeah, I come from a Rock 'n' Roll town.
Around the world in a crazy dream with my guitar slung on my shoulder
and a car to meet me everywhere I go
I'm doing fine with this life of mine, but before I get much older
I'm going back to the only place I know.
But the times keep moving on and those downbeat times all gone
and the kids are dancing to the rhythmn of a different sound
and it's the same old dance I know and they do it everywhere I go
and I'm tellin' you boy, you can never keep a good thing down
they're singin' yeah, yeah, we're livin' in Rock 'n' Roll town
they're singin' yeah, yeah, we're livin' in Rock 'n' Roll town
they're singin' yeah, yeah - they're singin' yeah, yeah (repeat 8 x, then fade)