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The Saw Doctors - N17

G                                 C
Well I didn't see much future
G                                                  C
When I left the Christian brothers school
G                                          C
So I waved it goodbye with a wistful smile
G                               C
And I left the girls of Tuam
G                                       C
And sometimes when I'm reminiscing
             G                            C
I see the prefabs and my old friends
          G                            C
And I know that they'll be changed or gone
           G                     C
By the time I get home again

Chorus:
          G                         C   D
And I wish I was on that N 17
D
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
         G                          C  D
Yes I wish I was on that N 17
D
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
F                     C                             G
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams

G                                          C
Well the ould fella left me to Shannon
             G                                   C
Was the last time I travelled that road
          G                            C
and as I turned left at Claregalway
           G                        C
I could feel a lump in my throat
       G                 C
As I pictured the thousands of times
          G                                  C
That I travelled that well worn track
         G                                       C
And I know that things would be different
      G                         C
If I ever decide to go back

Chorus:

G                                 C
Now as I tumble down highways
     G                           C
Or filthy overcrowded trains
            G                          C
There's no one to talk to in transit
       G                                     C
So I sit there and daydream in vain
       G                                         C
And behind all these muddled up problems
     G                         C
Of living on a foreign soil
         G                               C
I can still see the twists and turns on the road
               G                                   C
From the square to the town of the tribes

Chorus X2
 

 

 

 

 

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