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[G] Growing up on the [Bm] streets of Belfast, [C] wondering what to [D] do,
[C] Then someone came a-[D]-long and
took my [G] hand, [D]
The [G] Grosvenor road’s no [Bm] place to be,
For a [C] boy with a cargo [D] full of dreams,
[C]
So get a move on [D] quick while you still [G] can,
Bridge
[Bm] There’s no more [C] laws that can be
[D] broken,
[Bm] There’s no more [C] words left here un-[D]-spoken,
And as I [G] walk back into the [Bm] Dwyers,
I
see the [C] people put out the [D] fires,
[C] And I know my-[D]-self that this is [G] home,
Chorus
[C]
This is the [D] place that I have [G] been a long, long [Em] time,
[C] Without the lads I [D] couldn’t call it [G]
mine,
[C] From the Dunville [D] park right to Dis-[G]-tillery [Em] street,
[C] This is my real [D] home I admit de-[G]-feat,
[C]
This is my real [D] home down Roden [G] street,
[G] Watching kids playing [Bm] in the street,
[C] Granddad
tips his hat to every-[D]-one he meets,
[C] With his hands held [D] clutched right behind his [G] back, [D]
[G] Teasie
sitting [Bm] in the shade, and us [C] kids all stealing her [D] lemonade,
[C] Can we have a [D] piece, ach go away [G]
on,
Bridge + Chorus
[G] Heading round to see [Bm] Granny and Stow,
And see the [C] ingrown toenail
[D] on his toe,
[C] I always wondered why [D] granddad didn’t [G] smile, [D]
[G] Grannies laugh would always [Bm]
light the day,
And [C] Patrick walking Greyhounds [D] every day,
[C] Let the hare [D] sit son, you’re at [G] home,
Bridge
+ Chorus
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