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RIFF: 
     G                  C 
e|---3--3--3--3--3------x--x--x--x--x------| 
B|---3--0--3--3--3------3--3--3--3--3------| 
G|---0--0--0--0--0------0--0--0--0--0------| 
D|---0--0--0--0--0------4--2--0--0--0------| 
A|---2--2--0--0--0------3--3--3--3--3------| 
E|---3--3--3--3--3------x--x--x--x--x------| 

 


INTRO: RIFF (4x) 


VERSE: 

G                                                     C 
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've found, 
G                                                         C 
Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds, 
    G                                           C 
And later dodging drunks as we dance along Jury Street, 
      G                                            C 
As we wander up town to the railway our friends to meet, 




[Refrão]
        D 
There's something about coming back to your hometown again, 
    G 
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends, 
           D 
And though none of them still live here, I've got nowhere to go, 
      C 
I'm a Wessex Boy and when I'm here I'm home 


RIFF (4x) 


Verse:
G                                                     C 
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've lost, 
G                                                C 
Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross, 
G                                                 C 
Sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside, 
G                                                       C 
Counting down the hours for the buses cause I missed my ride 
 


[Refrão]
        D 
There's something about coming back to your hometown again, 
    G 
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends, 
           D 
And though none of them still live here, I've got nowhere to go, 
      C 
I'm a Wessex Boy, a Wessex boy and when I'm here I'm home
 


BRIDGE: 

B                  C               G            D 
And one day I will hear this song anonymous and sweet, 
B                  C                     G            D 
Ringing out from a buskers guitar on the ancient city streets, 
B                      C                 G         D 
I'll pause a while and smile before I continue on alone, 
E                                         C 
And somebody else will sing the words and I'll feel like I'm home 


RIFF (8x) 





[Refrão]
        D 
There's something about hometowns you never can escape 
    G 
The triumphs and the tragedies, the tawdry little fates, 
    D 
The welling of nostalgia and feeling kind of strange, 
         C 
Cause despite the little changes yeah this place still feels the same 


        D 
There's something about coming back to your hometown again, 
    G 
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends, 
    D 
And though none of them still live here, I've got nowhere to go, 
      C 
I'm a Wessex Boy, 
      C 
I'm a Wessex boy and when I'm here I'm home 


RIFF (4x)