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The Dubliners ~ I Wish I Were Back in Liverpool
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INTERPRÉTATION
The Dubliners
The Dubliners
Interprète
John Sheahan
John Sheahan
Violon
Ciarán Bourke
Ciarán Bourke
Harmonica
Ronnie Drew
Ronnie Drew
Guitare
Barney McKenna
Barney McKenna
Mandoline
Luke Kelly
Luke Kelly
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Leon Rosselson
Leon Rosselson
Composition
Stan Kelly
Stan Kelly
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Peter Mew
Peter Mew
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tommy Scott
Tommy Scott
Production

Paroles

I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scent of grease, no field's of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head and it's Liverpool town for me
'Tis seven long years since I wandered away to sail the wild world o'er
Me very first trip on an old steam ship that was bound for Baltimore
I was seven days sick and I just couldn't stick that bobbin' up and down
So I told them "Jack, you'd better turn back for dear old Liverpool town"
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scent of grease, no field's of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head and it's Liverpool town for me
We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in thirty-three
Dug an hole in the ground until we found an hold called Wallasey
Then the foreman cried "Come on, outside! The roof is fallin' down"
While I'm tellin' you, Jack, we all swum back to dear old Liverpool town
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scent of grease, no field's of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head and it's Liverpool town for me
There's every race and colour of face, there's every kind of name
But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same
And if you walk up upon Parlament Street you'll get faces black and brown
And I've also seen the orange-green in dear old Liverpool town
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scent of grease, no fiel's of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head and it's Liverpool town for me
Written by: Leon Rosselson, Stan Kelly
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