(Van Morrison)
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You wired the trains and went back home to St. Claire's shores
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Before you became a spark down at the yard
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You were passing through those hungry years alone
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You were just trying to make a living out in Detroit
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When you came back off the boats you didn't want to go anywhere
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You sit down to TV in your favourite chair
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You watch the big picture fade away down at Harland and Wolff
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But you still kept on choppin' wood
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And you came back home to Belfast
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So you could be with us like
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You lived your life of quiet desperation on the side
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Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
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Well the spark was gone but you carried on
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You always did the best you could
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You sent for us once but everything fell through
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But you still kept on choppin' wood choppin' wood
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Well you came back home to Belfast
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So you could be with us like
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And you lived a life of quiet desperation on the side
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Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
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WeIl the spark was gone but you carried on
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Well you did just the best that you could
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You sent for us one time but everything fell through
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But you still kept on choppin' wood
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Kept on choppin'wood
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Kept on choppin' wood
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Local man chops wood
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You know you did the best you could
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Well everything just fell through
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Kept on choppin' wood
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Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
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Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
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Chop, chop, chop, keep on choppin'
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Chop, chop, chop, choppin' wood
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Choppin' Wood
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| Van Morrison |
