Richard Shindell - Sparrows point

^C#mMy name ^Eis William ^BTaylor^{C#m C#m}I was ^Eborn in twenty ^Bfour Too ^C#mlate to ^Eknow the great ^Bfall^C#men ^C#mBut in ^Etime to know the great ^Bfall ^BWhen my ^Afather ^Edied of ^Bmone^C#my ^C#mMy ^Amother ^Elived in spi^Bte ^BWe ^Alaughed when ^Enothing was ^Bfunn^C#my ^C#mBut how we wept when ^Enothing was le^Bft ^BSo I ^C#mleft her ^Ethere in ^Bboom town ^{C#m C#m}When I ^Ereached fifteen year^Bs ^BAnd I ^C#mtravelled ^Emostly ^Bnorthe^C#mast ^C#mWith my ^Ehead held mostly ^Bdown ^BCause they ^Asaid there was ^Emore in ^BBaltimore ^{C#m C#m}Where those ^Ashipyards ^Enever clo^Bse ^BYou can ^Asell the ^Eman your ^Blabo^C#mr ^C#mSend the ^Emoney ^Bhome ^C#mBroadway ^Efound me ^Bpennyl^C#mess ^C#mAnd the ^Emission found me ^Blast ^BThey ^C#mgave me a ^Ecoat and ^Bthree days ^C#mrest ^C#mAnd when ^EI awoke and ^Bleft a ^Ashroud of ^Esteam ^Bsurrounded^C#m me ^C#mAnd ^AI was ^Eborn aw^Bay I ^Afound mys^Eelf at ^BSparrows P^C#moint ^C#mWith a sling-shot ^Ein my ^Bhand ^BAnd ^C#mstanding ^Ethere a^Bround ^C#mme Two ^Ethousand idle ^Bhands ^BWith their ^C#mheads bowed ^Elow Their ^Bhopes not ^C#mhigh ^C#mTheir ^Ehearts weaned of their ^Bhomes ^BAnd their ^Apockets ^Efull of ^Bphotogr^C#maphs ^C#mAnd their ^Aeyes full ^Eof goodbye^Bs ^BI took ^Amy ^Eplace a^Bmong my k^C#mind ^C#mAnd I held my ^Eplace in ^Bline ^BNow I'm ^C#mtwenty ^Eone and ^Bwell emp^C#mloyed ^C#mAnd I ^Esend home most my ^Bpay ^BWhich leaves ^C#mplenty ^Eleft for ^Bcigare^C#mttes ^C#mTo ^Ehelp me pass the days^{B B}With be^Aloved f^Eriends ^Bsurrounding^C#m me ^C#mThe cold ^Astreet so ^Efar aw^Bay ^AThree days ^Ewest of ^BNorm^C#mandy ^C#mWith a rifle ^Ein my ^Bhand