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The Saw Doctors- N17 from the album "If this is rock n' roll, I want my old job back." (1991)
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Well I didn't see much future
                                                     
When I left the Christian brothers school
                                 	       
So I waved it goodbye with a wistful smile
                                 
And I left the girls of Tuam
                                 	    
And sometimes when I'm reminiscing
                                 
I see the prefabs and my old friends
                                          
And I know that they'll be changed or gone
                                 
By the time I get home again

Chorus:
                                       
And I wish I was on that N 17

(Stone walls and the grasses green)
                                       
Yes I wish I was on that N 17

(Stone walls and the grasses green)
                                                        
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams

                                	     
Well the ould fella left me to Shannon
                                           
Was the last time I travelled that road
			
and as I turned left at Claregalway
                                      
I could feel a lump in my throat
                                               
As I pictured the thousands of times
                                                
That I travelled that well worn track
                                                    
And I know that things would be different
                                 
If I ever decide to go back

Chorus:

                                 
Now as I tumble down highways
                                 
Or filthy overcrowded trains
                                 	    
There's no one to talk to in transit
                                 	        
So I sit there and daydream in vain
                                 		
And behind all these muddled up problems
                                 
Of living on a foreign soil
                                           
I can still see the twists and turns on the road
                                 	    
>From the square to the town of the tribes

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