Blackhawk

Well I work the double shift In a bookstore on St. Clair While he pushed the burning ingots In Dofasco's 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 you 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 Raising kids from raising 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