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#From: [email protected]
#Date: 15 Jan 96 11:13
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#subject:"all the way from tuam", saw doctors, all the way from tuam ,1992
#it sort of goes like this,
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[C]l'm from the town [G]drenched in fo[C]otball and r[F]ain
[C]that fathered the t[G]errible t[C]wins
[C]tom murphy the fo[G]otballer, playw[C]right and s[F]inger
[C]he left to spread his[G] wide win[C]gs
[C]where the d[G]ance halls once buzzing with[C] shifts and [F]refusals
[C]stand silent deje[G]cted and c[C]old
[C]where they played b[G]asketball for a [C]longer d[F]uration
[C]than anywhere el[G]se in the w[C]orld
chorus:
[C]we're all the w[F]ay from [G]tuam
[C] all the w[F]ay from [G]tuam
[C]with a rock solid spir[F]it, t[G]hat'll never be broken
[C]there's songs to be su[F]ng, a[G]nd there's words to be spoken
[C]from the town that was bu[F]ilt, [G]where the cart wheel was broken
[C]we're all the w[F]ay from [G]tuam
[C] all the w[F]ay from [G]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:
sounds good with an harmonica/accordion, and needs a geeser on a fiddle to
whack out some subtle mellow undertones!!
goodnight vienna
simon
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##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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#From: [email protected]
#Date: 15 Jan 96 11:13
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#subject:"all the way from tuam", saw doctors, all the way from tuam ,1992
#it sort of goes like this,
#
[C]l'm from the town [G]drenched in fo[C]otball and r[F]ain
[C]that fathered the t[G]errible t[C]wins
[C]tom murphy the fo[G]otballer, playw[C]right and s[F]inger
[C]he left to spread his[G] wide win[C]gs
[C]where the d[G]ance halls once buzzing with[C] shifts and [F]refusals
[C]stand silent deje[G]cted and c[C]old
[C]where they played b[G]asketball for a [C]longer d[F]uration
[C]than anywhere el[G]se in the w[C]orld
chorus:
[C]we're all the w[F]ay from [G]tuam
[C] all the w[F]ay from [G]tuam
[C]with a rock solid spir[F]it, t[G]hat'll never be broken
[C]there's songs to be su[F]ng, a[G]nd there's words to be spoken
[C]from the town that was bu[F]ilt, [G]where the cart wheel was broken
[C]we're all the w[F]ay from [G]tuam
[C] all the w[F]ay from [G]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:
sounds good with an harmonica/accordion, and needs a geeser on a fiddle to
whack out some subtle mellow undertones!!
goodnight vienna
simon
