| From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs | 
| From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I’d ever been to America | 
| And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar | 
| I’d get them in my band and then my band would get real far | 
| But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville, Tennessee | 
| And the only person in my band is me | 
| A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty | 
| I cannot fail, I’ve got this far with no knowledge of midwest geography | 
| And if I knew anywhere where I could drive in a straight line | 
| For hours in the desert, I’d drive for hours at a time | 
| But I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville, Tennessee | 
| And the only person in this car is me | 
| And yes I’m in four-four time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes | 
| But I try to make a sound my own | 
| I know I don’t break new ground, many have travelled this sound | 
| But I try to make it sound like home | 
| Well I’ve been to Texas state, I didn’t think it was that fucking great | 
| And Nebraska is just a bunch of songs | 
| Holloway and Hampshire where I belong | 
| And I don’t know anybody who plays pedal steel guitar | 
| All the city roads are twisted and I do not own a car | 
| I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville, Tennessee | 
| And the only thing I’m offering is me |