| 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 |