Chords for The Dubliners - I Wish I Was Back In Liverpool (live)

We'd like to sing a song, _ another song written about Liverpool, by a fella, [Ab] _ a namesake of
me own [G] called Stan Kelly, no relation.
_ _ _ _ Ladies [D] and gentlemen, you see this banjo which gives
me so much trouble, _ _ and earache to you of course.
Well this was given to me by a group
of very good friends of [F] ours, and I think it was sabotage [G] they had in mind.
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_ _ _ _ _ Anyway,
the song is called, um, I Wish I Was Back in Liverpool.
And no smart aleck answers to
this one, no.
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_ After all, it is the capital of Ireland. _ _ _
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Well it's nice to know anyway
ladies and gentlemen that there are other composers in Liverpool besides the great pair.
_ _ In fact, this one is so good that if the three of them got together, it could be the new
Blessed Trinity, or whatever you call it.
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There [C] are six in a bed by the old pier [F] head, and it's Liverpool [Eb] _ town [F] for me.
_ _ Tis seven long years since I wandered away, to sail the wide _ world o _ 'er.
Me [C] very first trip on an old steam ship [F] that was bound for Baltimore. _
_ [Bb] I was seven days sick, I just couldn't stick [F] that problem up and [C] down.
So I told them Jack, you'd better turn back [F] for dear [Eb] old Liverpool [F] town. _
_ I _ wish I was back in Liverpool, _ _ Liverpool _ [Eb]
town [F] where _ I was born.
_ _ Where [C] there ain't no trees, no scented breeze, [F] no fields of waving corn.
But [Bb] there's lots of girls with peroxide curls, and a black and tan, full of [C] spree.
_ There's six in a bed by the old pier head, [F] and it's Liverpool [Eb] town [F] for me.
_ _ We dug the Mersey tunnel boys, way back in [G] thirty-three.
_ _ [C] Dug an hole in the grounds until we found [F] an old coal wall of sea.
[Bb] Then the foreman cried, come on outside, [F] the ruin has fallen [C]
down.
Well I'm telling you Jack, we all swam back [F] to dear [Eb] old Liverpool [F] town. _
_ I wish I was back in Liverpool, _ Liverpool _ town where I _ was _ born.
Where [C] there ain't no trees, no scented breeze, no [F] fields of waving corn.
But there's [Bb] lots of girls with peroxide curls, and [F] a black and tan, [C] full of spree.
_ There's six in a bed by the old pier head, and it's [F] Liverpool [Eb] town [F] for me.
_ _ Well there's every race and colour of face, _ there's every kind of _ pain.
[C] But the pigeons on the pier head, [F] they treat you all the same.
_ And if you [Bb]
walk up the Parliament street, you'll see faces black [Bb] and brown.
_ [G] And I've also seen them orange and green, [F] in dear [Eb] old Liverpool _ [F] town.
_ _ I wish I was back in Liverpool, _ Liverpool _ town where [F] _ I _ was born.
Where [C] there ain't no trees, no scented breeze, [F] no fields of waving corn.
[Bb] But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls, and a black and tan, full [C] of spree.
_ There's six in a bed [Gm] by the old pier head, [F] and it's Liverpool _ _ [Eb] town _ for me.
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