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Intro. [G] [Bm][C] [G] [G]I'm going [C]back to Kerry,
from the Land of Liber[F]ty,
To my [G]little [Bm]Irish [G]home town, Ballybunion [Bm]by the [C]sea,
[C]To walk along
the old Slip Road, where the breezes softly[F] blow,
And to[G] get out [Bm]to the [G]ocean, where the tides of [Bm]memory
[C]flow.
[C]To walk along the beach, down below the Castle [F]Green,
Up [G]to the [Bm]lonely
[G]Cliffs of Doon, the likes you've [Dm]never [C]seen,
[C]From Listowel to [Dm]Bally[C]longford and back into [F]Tralee,
There's
[G]no place else in Ireland like Bally[G]bunion [Bm]by the [C]sea.
To [C]take a walk down
Main Street, and see my friends from[F] home,
Go [G]tell my [Bm]own true [G]sweetheart, I never [Bm]more will [c]roam,
Go
tell the [G]lads I'm [C]coming back, that's where I want to[F] be,
In my [G]little Irish home town, Ballybunion [Dm]by
the [C]sea.
In my [G]little [Bm]Irish [G]home [Bm]town, Bally[G]bunion [Dm]by the [C]sea.
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