All the Way From Tuam

I'm from the town drenched in football and rain

That fathered the terrible twins

Tom Murphy the footballer, playright 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

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

Where we'd spend all our 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 I did'nt care what they called me

Just plank it in lively across for the noodle, sham

His jills with the KD's a gomey

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

I still remember

The white star being open

We're all the way from Tuam

All the way from Tuam

Here in the town where the high king once ruled

With the wisdom of ages gone by

The grey stone cathedral spires are dwarfed

By a tall metal tower in the sky

Where the travellers are settling, 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

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

No matter where you're from

Everyone's local

And we're all the way from Tuam

All the way from Tuam