Blackhawk

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