Well I was born by the Tees where the smokestacks rise, Under grey North skies and the steel mill cries. Where the River keeps rollin’ and the parmos fry, And a lonesome tune plays as the trains roll by. Got my boots in the mud by the old Riverside, With a heart full of twang and a Boro pride. From Linthorpe Road to the Transporter high, I’m singin' sweet George Strait with a Yorkshire sigh. 'Cause I’m a Boro boy with a country heart, Got a twang in my soul and a steel-town spark. From Nashville dreams to the Ayresome nights, We raise a pint and sing under floodlight lights. It’s a long way from Texas, but I feel right at home, With a six-string in Middlesbrough, I’m never alone. I’ve seen heartbreak down on Albert Road, And danced with love in the evening glow. She wore a Boro shirt and boots just right, Spun me round to Johnny Cash all night So don’t tell me country don’t live up here, We’ve got beer, banjos, and Belters, my dear. Where the club’s in our blood and the songs run deep, We play Hank on the docks while the whole town sleeps. Yeah, I’m a Boro boy with a country soul, With a heart made of iron and a rock ’n’ roll roll. From the Southlands of Dixie to the streets of the 'Bro, We’ve got grit in our chords and a red and white glow. So if you're ever feelin’ lost in the rain, Come to Boro, hear that sweet refrain. We may be North, but the soul runs deep— In Middlesbrough, where country don't sleep.