 l'm from the town drenched in football and rain that fathered the terrible twins tom murphy the footballer, playwright and singer he left to spread his wide wings
where the dance halls once buzzing with shifts and refusals stand silent dejected and cold where they played basketball for a longer duration than anywhere else in the world
chorus: we're all the way from tuam all the way from tuam with a rock solid spirit, that'll never be broken there's songs to be sung, and there's words to be spoken from the town that was built, where the cart wheel was broken
we're all the way from tuam all the way from tuam
l still remember, the white star being open(2nd chorus)
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no matter where you're from,everyone local
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
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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
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