The Dubliners - I Wish I Was Back In Liverpool
I Wish I Was Back In Liverpool
Chorus:
I wish I was back in Liverpool
Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scented greens
No fields of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide pearls
And the Black and Tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head
And it's Liverpool town for me
'tIs seven long years since I wandered away
To sail the wide world o'er
Me very first trip on an old steamship
That was bound for Baltimore
I was seven days sick and I just couldn't stick
That bubbling up and down
So I told them Jack you'd better turn back
For dear old Liverpool town
Chorus,
We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in '33
Dug a hole in the ground until we found
An old cold wall ye see
Then the foreman cried:
'Come on outside the roof is falling down'
Well I'm telling you Jack, we all swam back
To dear old Liverpool town
Chorus,
Well, there's every race and colour of face
There's every kind of name
But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same
And if you walk above to Parliament Street
You'd see faces black and brown
And I have also seen the orange and green
In dear old Liverpool town
Chorus.
Chorus:
I wish I was back in Liverpool
Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scented greens
No fields of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide pearls
And the Black and Tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head
And it's Liverpool town for me
'tIs seven long years since I wandered away
To sail the wide world o'er
Me very first trip on an old steamship
That was bound for Baltimore
I was seven days sick and I just couldn't stick
That bubbling up and down
So I told them Jack you'd better turn back
For dear old Liverpool town
Chorus,
We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in '33
Dug a hole in the ground until we found
An old cold wall ye see
Then the foreman cried:
'Come on outside the roof is falling down'
Well I'm telling you Jack, we all swam back
To dear old Liverpool town
Chorus,
Well, there's every race and colour of face
There's every kind of name
But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same
And if you walk above to Parliament Street
You'd see faces black and brown
And I have also seen the orange and green
In dear old Liverpool town
Chorus.
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