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

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

Chorus:

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