INTRO: C  G  Am

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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 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 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 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 hopes not high 
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Their hearts weaned of their homes 
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And their pockets full of 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 well-employed 
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And I send home most of my pay 
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Which leaves plenty left for cigarettes 
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To help me pass the days 
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With beloved friends surrounding 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