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it sort of goes like this,
C G C F
l'm from the town drenched in football and rain
C G C
that fathered the terrible twins
C G C F
tom murphy the footballer, playwright and singer
C G C
he left to spread his wide wings
C G C F
where the dance halls once buzzing with shifts and refusals
C G C
stand silent dejected and cold
C G C F
where they played basketball for a longer duration
C G C
than anywhere else in the world
chorus
C F G
we're all the way from tuam
C F G
all the way from tuam
C F G
with a rock solid spirit, that'll never be broken
C F G
there's songs to be sung, and there's words to be spoken
C F G
from the town that was built, where the cart wheel was broken
C F G
we're all the way from tuam
C F G
all the way from tuam
comment:
substitute, from the town....
to; l still remember, the white star being open(2nd chorus)
add; no matter where you're from,everyone local(after,from the town...in the
3rd chorus)
extra verses;
where we'd spend all the weekends to help pass the winter
playing soccer above in parkmore
or we'd travel away for a match into galway
in the swamp or out in renmore
they'd be calling us smokies the lads from the city
but l didn't care what they called me
just plank it in lively across for the noodle, sham
his jills with the k.d's a gomey
chorus
here in the town where the high king once ruled
with the wisdom of ages gone by
the grey stone cathedral spiers are dwarfed
by a tall metal tower in the sky
where the traveller's are settling, and the settled gone travelling
the pubs full of gossip and rumour
you'll never better the people of tuam
for their power, passion, packets and humour
chorus
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