| Long hard years with the fishing fleet
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| I hear the owner says he don’t need another bad year
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| Like the five that went before
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| Oil men came and trawlers went
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| Put up the rigs and put up the rent
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| But we were working, paying our own way
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| Work was hard and days were long
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| Shoot a little pool and sing old song
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| Till the tour was over
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| And the town was painted red
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| Starred and crossed like saints we never were
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| Starred and crossed like all the paths we shared
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| Just got a little money in this town
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| And now they’re pulling the whole place down
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| Saying it’s over, it’s all over
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| Saying it’s over and I know they never cared
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| We sunk the drills, we cleared the ice
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| We rode the storms, we paid the price
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| The sea expected
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| Well nothing comes for free
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| Boomtowns come and boomtowns go
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| Put up the shutters after the show
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| But we were born here
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| This is all we know
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| Starred and crossed like saints we never were
|
| Starred and crossed like all the paths we shared
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| Just got a little money in this town
|
| And now they’re pulling the whole place down
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| Saying it’s over, that it’s all over
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| They’re saying it’s over and I know they never cared
|
| Oil men came and the trawlers went
|
| Put up the rigs and put up the rent
|
| But we were working
|
| Paying our own way
|
| Boomtowns come and boomtowns go
|
| Put up the shutters after the show
|
| But we were born here
|
| This is all we know
|
| Starred and crossed like saints we never were
|
| Starred and crossed like all the paths we shared
|
| Just got a little money in this town
|
| And now they’re pulling the whole place down
|
| Saying it’s over, it’s all over
|
| They’re saying it’s over and I know they never cared
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| Starred and crossed like saints we never were
|
| Starred and crossed like all the paths we shared
|
| Just got a little money in this town
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| And now they’re pulling the whole place down
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| Saying it’s over, it’s all over
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| They’re saying it’s over and I know they never cared |