| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | In my | memor | y I will | always | see | 
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| |  | C | G | D |  | The | town that | I have loved so | well | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | Where our | school played | ball by the | gasyard | wall | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | And we | laughed through the | smoke | and the | smell | 
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| |  | C | D | G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |  | Going | home in the | rain, running | up the | dark | lane |  | 
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| |  | C | C/B | Am7 | D |  | Past the | jail | and | down behind the | fountain | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | Those were | happy | days in so | many, many | ways | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | In the | town I | loved | so | well | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | In the | early | morning the | shirt factory | horn | 
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| |  | C | G | D |  | Called the | women from | Creggan, the Moor and the | Bog | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | While the | men on the | dole played a | mothers | role | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | Fed the | children and | then | trained the | dog | 
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| |  | C | D | G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |  | And when | times got | tough there was | just a | bout e | nough |  | 
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| |  | C | C/B | Am7 | D |  | But they | saw | it | through without com | plaining | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | For | deep in | side was a | burning | pride | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | In the | town I | loved | so | well | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | There was | music | there in the | Derry | air | 
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| |  | C | G | D |  | Like a | language that | we all could under | stand | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | I re | member the | day when I | earned my first | pay | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | And I | played in a | small | pickup | band | 
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| |  | C | D | G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |  | There I | spent my | youth and to | tell you | the | truth |  | 
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| |  | C | C/B | Am7 | D |  | I was | sad | to | leave it all be | hind me | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | For I | learned about | life and I'd | found a | wife | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | In the | town I | loved | so | well | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | But when | I re | turned how my | eyes have | burned | 
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| |  | C | G | D |  | To | see how a | town could be brought to its | knees | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | By the | armoured | cars and the | bombed out | bars | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | And the | gas that hangs | on to | every | tree | 
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| |  | C | D | G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |  | Now the | army's in | stalled by that | old gas | yard | wall |  | 
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| |  | C | C/B | Am7 | D |  | And the | damned | barbed | wire gets higher and | higher | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | With their | tanks and their | guns, oh my | God, what have they | done | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | To the | town I | loved | so | well | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | Now the | music's | gone but they | carry | on | 
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| |  | C | G | D |  | For their | spirit's been | bruised, never | broken | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | They will | not for | get but their | hearts are | set | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | On to | morrow and | peace | once a | gain | 
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| |  | C | D | G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |  | For what's | done is | done and what's | won | is | won |  | 
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| |  | C | C/B | Am7 | D |  | And what's | lost | is | lost and gone for | ever | 
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| |  | G | D/F# | C/E | G |  | I can | only | pray for a | bright, brand new | day | 
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| |  | C | G | D | G |  | In the | town I | loved | so | well | 
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