| My hands are wrapped in your raven hair
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| in the faded picture on the back stair
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| We were narrow, we were steady, trembling and ready
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| to give it hell in this rocky world
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| You said do I look like I could be a strong mother
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| and raise the good side of a young daughter
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| In the hotel Shangri La, let me tell you
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| I’ve been thinking of her in this rocky world
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| Chicago is heavy but I can’t turn around
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| I’m smuggling that whiskey over flesh and pound
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| Michigan I worry and Suzy I’m sorry
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| that I lost you out there in the rocky world
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| Would you build me a building, a chapel out there
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| at the top of the hill in the still blue air
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| Near the weather vane, by the track and train
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| I’ll be looking for you in the rocky world
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| She’s turning twenty, and out on the make
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| Pounding the blacktop with a habit to shake
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| She’s looking for a manger in the eyes of a stranger
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| down in the streets of a rocky world
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| Jenny has religion, she sinks in a chair
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| She’s made a decision to color her hair
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| The black man cut the sugar cane and she watches the rain
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| in a building away from the rocky world
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| Yeah, I’ll tell you something I’ll never forget
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| the sight of you in the sillhouette
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| Outside Sault. |
| Ste. |
| Marie, ah you really threw me when you pulled me down to your rocky bed
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| In a crowded room, I stood there empty
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| looking for salvation and glory be When a shot turned my head and I saw you instead
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| walking into my rocky world… |