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 know? 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 know? 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 doveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.