It's nice to be out in the morning
When you've got somewhere to go
But seeing the same old faces
That can make you feel so lowArdwick Green where the grass is grey
Beswick, Hulme, and Harpurhey
Whalley Range where the tomcats roam
They're not the sights of Rome
But it's homeIt's nice to be out in the morning
When you've got somewhere to go
But seeing the same old places
That can make you feel so lowBesses o' the Barn where the brass bands blow
Home of the heights where the chimneys grow
Boggart Hall Clough with its concrete flowers
It's not the Taj Mahal
But it's oursBut the town is people more than things
It's the mums and dads and kids and love that give it lifeOh, it's nice to be out in the morning
When you've got somewhere to go
But seeing the same old places
That can make you feel so lowUnited's ground where the champions score
A hundred goals to the reds stand's roar
And Bobby Charlton, Best and Law
It's a most fantastic day
When they playIt's nice to be out in the morning
When you've got somewhere to go
It makes you feel good when you're riding
To the places that you knowArdwick Green where the grass is grey
Beswick, Hulme, and Harpurhey
Whalley Range where the tomcats roam
They're not the sights of Rome
But it's home
Songwriters
GRAHAM GOULDMANPublished by
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