Blackhawk

Well, I worked a 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

Oh 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