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Once knew a man who thought he was another guy, |
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he was livin' a lie. |
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He took a chance by roaming the streets in the night, |
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Till he learned how to fight. |
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He met trouble one night, another man with his wife. |
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So he brought out his knife, didn't mean to take his life. |
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Now he's got to get away, hear him say. |
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Chorus: (First) |
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I'm going down to the Liverpool Docks, |
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Try to hitch a ride, ain't gonna break no rocks. |
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And I never had a friend, I never needed one. |
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I'm going down to the silvery sea, |
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I'm gonna go some place where they won't find me. |
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And maybe I can go where I won't ever have to come |
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back again. |
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He took his time, lived his life alone, |
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An' his thoughts were his own. |
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He lived in a place he'd never heard of before, |
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In Block number four. |
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Then one night at his door, he stood facing the law. |
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On the paper he saw, what they wanted him for, |
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They're gonna take him back, and he said. |
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Chorus: (Second) |
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I'm goin' back to the Liverpool Docks, |
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Gonna take a ride, gotta break some rocks. |
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And I never had a friend, but I never needed one. |
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Take a ride on the silvery sea, |
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I'm gonna go some place where they won't find me. |
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An' I don't wanna go 'cos I know that I'll never come |
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back again. |
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Chorus: (First) repeat |
