Blackhawk

Well I work the double shift           In a bookstore on St. Clair      While he pushed the burning ingots        In Dofasco stinking air      Where the truth bites and stings       I remember just what we were       As the noon bell rings for Blackhawk and the white winged dove Hold on to your aching heart         I’ll wipe the liquor from your lips        A small town hero never dies        He fades a bit and then he slips      Down into the blast furnance            In the heat of the open hearth       And at the punch clock he remembers   Blackhawk and the white winged dove I remember your leather boots      Pointing up into the sky we fell down to our knees    Over there where the grass grew high       Love hunters in the night      Our faces turned into the wind         Blackhawk where are you now      Blackhawk and the white winged dove We were Blackhawk and the white winged dove We were Blackhawk and the white winged dove SOLO Do you still have the ring I gave you           On the banks of Lake Bear         Where I felt certain that I knew you      My cool and distant debonair     Now we drink at Liberty Station     Another cup of muscatel       Wrapped in the strong arms of the Union      Raisin’ kids from raisin’ hell        I remember your leather boots      Pointing up into the sky we fell down to our knees    Over there where the grass grew high       Love hunters in the night      Our faces turned into the wind        Blackhawk where are you now      Blackhawk and the white winged dove We were Blackhawk and the white winged dove We were Blackhawk and the white winged dove We were Blackhawk and the white winged dove We were Blackhawk and the white winged dove