| There was a light blue as a welder’s torch
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| It used to shine over the fields
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| And all the wise men strong men were drawn for miles
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| Followed a star to bethlehem steel
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| Our mother’s father worked here in world war two
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| On the main floor operating the drill
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| And in his open palms little splinters remind him of The booming days days of bethlehem steel
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| But the steeples on the hills they point
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| To a better life beyond this one
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| And that promise penetrates the clouds
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| And mighty walls of brick red cinnamon
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| Ah ah Take a walk past lazarus moving n’storage
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| Behind the goodman’s furniture store
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| See the smoke stacks rise on up to heaven’s step
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| While on earth we’re burnin’this miracle iron ore
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| But the steeples on the hills they point
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| To a better life beyond this one
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| And that promise penetrates the clouds
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| Even when they block the fiery sun
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| The sun
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| There was a light blue as a welder’s torch
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| It used to shine over the fields
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| And all of the wise men strong men were drawn for miles
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| Followed a star to bethlehem steel
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| Bethlehem steel
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| Bethlehem steel
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| Bethlehem steel
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| Bethlehem steel
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| Yeah steel
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| Yeah steel
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| Bethlehem steel
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| Ah steel
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| Bethlehem steel
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| Bethlehem steel
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| Yeah steel
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| Steel
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| Yeah steel
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| Oh steel
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| Ah steel |