Richard Shindell - Sparrows point

My name^C is William ^GTaylor ^Am And I was ^Cborn in '2^G4 Too ^Amlate to know the ^CGreat ^GFallen ^Am In ^Ctime to know the Great ^GFall When my ^Ffather ^Cdied of ^Gmoney ^Am My ^Fmother lived in ^Cspite ^G We ^Flaughed when nothing was ^Cfunny ^{G Am} And how we wept when ^Cnothing was left ^G

So I ^Amleft her the^Cre in boom^Gtown ^Am When I ^Creached fifteen years ^G And I ^Amtravelled m^Costly north^Geast ^Am With my ^Chead held mostly down ^G 'Cause they ^Fsaid there was ^Cmore in ^GBaltimore ^Am Where those ^Fshipyards ^Cnever close ^G You can ^Fsell the m^Can your la^Gbour ^Am And ^Csend the money ^Ghome ^Am

Broadway ^Cfound me ^Gpenniless ^Am And the ^Cmission found me last ^G They ^Amgave me a ^Ccoat and ^Gthree days ^Amrest And when ^CI awoke and left ^G A ^Fshroud of steam^C sur^Grounded me ^Am And ^FI was borne a^Cway ^G And I ^Ffound myself^C at ^GSparrows Po^Amint With a slingshot i^Cn my h^Gand ^Am

Standing ^Cthere a^Ground me ^Am Two thousand ^Cidle ^Ghands Their ^Amheads bowed low^C, their ^Ghopes not high^Am Their ^Chearts weaned of their h^Gomes And their ^Fpockets full^C of photo^Ggraphs ^Am Their ^Feyes full of^C goodbyes^G I ^Ftook my place^C among ^Gmy kind ^Am And I held my place^C in lin^Ge ^Am

Now I'm ^Amtwenty-one^C and ^Gwell-employed ^Am And I send ^Chome most of my ^Gpay Which leaves^Am plenty left^C for ciga^Grettes ^Am To help ^Cme pass the days ^G With be^Floved friends^C sur^Grounding me^Am The cold ^Fstreets so far^C away ^{G F}Three days ^Cwest of ^GNorman^Amdy A rifle in^C my hand ^G