Christy Moore - Barrowland

^CThere’s an easy place down Gallowgate to the ^GEast End of Glasgow ^CIt’s a ballroom of remembrance and a ^Gdisco ^FWhere the shooting stars light up the f^Cresco ^FWhere the last ones and the lovers ^Cgo … to ^Gcarry on ^CWe sang about the Nicky Tams in the back ^Groom of the Scotia ^CWe drank sweet wines and called for neon ^Gpints of Fidel Castro ^FTill it was time to fly to d^Creamland ^FOut of Bairds, up the stairs to ^Chell or to heaven we’d g^Go

Come all you ^Cdreamers hear the sound of the ^FBarrows humming Come all you ^Cdreamers to Bar^G7rowland Hear Mags McI^Cvor and the ghost of the G^FayBirds calling Come all you ^Cdreamers to Barrowl^G7and

^CThe Lassies of the Broomielaw in their C^Guban Heels are dancing ^CHere comes Our Lady of the Clyde and the^Gre goes Jinky Johnston ^FThey’ve come back to rock and roll in the ^Cchurch of ^Gceilidh ^FTo waltz beneath the carousel^C of heal^Ging ^FTo jitterbug and boo^Cgie the night a^Gway

Come all you ^Cdreamers hear the sound of the ^FBarrows humming Come all you ^Cdreamers to Bar^G7rowland Hear Mags McI^Cvor and the ghost of the G^FayBirds calling Come all you ^Cdreamer^G7s to Barrowlan^Cd To Barro^Cwland