I wish I was in Glasgow
That good old place I miss so much now sees some better days Yet still we talk about it as we go our separate ways Glasgow gave me more than it ever took away And it prepared me for life on the road I wish I was in Glasgow with some good old friends of mine Some good old rough companions, some good old smooth red wine We would talk about the old days and the old town's sad decline And drink to the boys on the road I was born in Glasgow, in the East End of the town I would take you there and show you but they pulled the old place down And when I think about it oh it always makes me frown They bulldozed it all to make a road I belong to Glasgow, that's how the old song ran Ask anyone who's been there - you will understand You can take the man from Glasgow but not the Glasgow from the man It prepares you for life on the road |
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