Sparrows Point

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My name is William Taylor
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And I was born in '24
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Too late to know the Great Fallen
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In time to know the Great Fall
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When my father died of money
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My mother lived in spite
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We laughed when nothing was funny
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And how we wept when nothing was 
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left


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So I left her there in boomtown
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When I reached fifteen years
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And I travelled mostly northeast
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With my head held mostly down
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'Cause they said there was more in 
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Baltimore
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Where those shipyards never close
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You can sell the man your labour
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And send the money home


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Broadway found me penniless
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And the mission found me last
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They gave me a coat and three days
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 rest
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And when I awoke and left
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A shroud of steam surrounded me
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And I was borne away
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And I found myself at Sparrows Point
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With a slingshot in my hand


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Standing there around me
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Two thousand idle hands
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Their heads bowed low, their 
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hopes not high
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Their hearts weaned of their homes
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And their pockets full of 
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photographs
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Their eyes full of goodbyes
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I took my place among my kind
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And I held my place in line


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Now I'm twenty-one and 
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well-employed
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And I send home most of my pay
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Which leaves plenty left for 
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cigarettes
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To help me pass the days
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With beloved friends surrounding 
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me
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The cold streets so far away
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Three days west of Normandy
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A rifle in my hand