In the bookstore on St. Clair
While he pushed the burning ingots
In Dofasco's stinking air
Well, the truth bites and stings
I remember just what we were
And there's the noon bell rings for
Hold on to your aching heart
I'll wipe the liquor from your lips
The small town hero never dies
He fades a bit and then he slips
Down into the blast furnace
The heat of the open heart
And that punch clock he remembers
The black hawk and the white eagle
I remember your leather boots,
Where we fell down to our knees,
over there in the grass schoolhouse
Love hunters in the night,
our faces turned into the wind
Black hawk, where are you now?
Black hawk on the white wing
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 devil man
Now we drink at Liberty Station,
Wrapped in the strong arm
raising kids from raising hell
I remember your leather boots
Where we fell down to our knees
Over there where the grass grew hot
Love hunters in the night
Our faces turned to the wind
Black Hawk, where are you now?
Black Hawk in the white window
We were black on the white window
We were blackhawk in the white window
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