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