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



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



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