I’ve been a lot of places
I’ve seen a lot of towns
I liked their way of life
But I couldn’t fool my heart
It’s nice to be a guest
But I think about my home
I always like returning 
To the city of my own
 [bad word] 
Going to my neighborhood 
To my native town [bad word] on and sing with us
We won’t let down 
Going to my neighborhood
To my native town 
Lift the glasses up
Sing this song aloud

This is where I started
My rocking way of life
Where I’ve lost my friends
And married lovely wife
This where I grew up
Getting breaks and scars
Hanged out with the gangs [bad word] a lot in the bars

If you ever be here
It’s not too far away
Please remember one thing
That we would like to say
This is the town of cannons 
And the iron balls
Forget about your [bad word] Because we have our own