17898 Comin' Home Newcastle

Song Lyrics

Ah had te come te London,
Coz ah couldn't find ay job,
But ah don't intend te stay long,
If ah make ay few quick bob
Full lyrics

It's cold up there it Summer,
It's like sitting inside ay fridge,
But ah wish ah was on the Quayside,
Looking at the owld Tyne Bridge'


Ahm coming home Newcastle,
Ah might as well ay been in jail,
Ahd walk the streets al day al neet,
For ay bottle ay ye own Brown Ale,
Ahm coming home Newcastle,
If ye never win the Cup again,
Ahl brave the dark at St. James's Park,
At the Gallowgate End in the rain,
Ahm coming home...

And ahm proud te be ay Geordie,
And te live in Geordie land,
Some people think wi bowdy,
And wi hard te understand,
And they say it's just self pitty,
And wi not so very tough,
Coz the people in the big fat City,
Haven't had it half as rough,

Ahm coming home Newcastle,
Ye can keep ye London wine,
Ahd walk the streets al day al neet,
For ay bottle ay the River Tyne,
Ahm coming home Newcastle,
Ah wish ahd never been away,
Ahd kiss the ground for the welcome sound,
Of me mother saying hinny howay,
Ahm coming home...

And ah miss the auld blind busker,
Who stands at Fenwicks door,
He plays ay mean accordion,
Ye've arl seen him there before

And ah love the Geordie heroes,
There's so many famous names,
Like Lindisfarne and Gazza,
Brendan Foster and the Gateshead games

Ahm coming home Newcastle,
Ah might as well ay been in jail,
Ahd walk the streets al day al neet,
For ay bottle ay ye own Brown Ale,
Ahm coming home Newcastle,
If ye never win the Cup again,
Ahl brave the dark at St. James's Park,
At the Gallowgate End in the rain

Ahm coming home Newcastle,
Ye can keep ye London wine,
Ahd walk the streets al day al neet,
For ay bottle ay the River Tyne,
Ahm coming home Newcastle,
Ah wish ahd never been away,
Ahd kiss the ground for the welcome sound,
Of me mother saying hinny howay

Ahm coming home Newcastle,
Ah might as well ay been in jail,
Ahd walk the streets al day al neet,
For ay bottle ay ye own Brown Ale,
Ahm coming home Newcastle,
If ye never win the Cup again,
Ahl brave the dark at St. James's Park,
At the Gallowgate End in the rain,
Ahm coming home Newcastle...

Submitted by robbo.06