Cifras
Sparrows Point

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Introducción:

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C#m      E         B      C#m  
C#m            E                            B            C#m  
My name is William    Taylor
C#m      E                                    B                      C#m            E                                    B      C#m  
I was born in twenty four Too    late to know the great fallen
C#m         E                                                         B  
But in time to know the great fall
B                    A                 E                    B      C#m  
When my    father    died of    money
C#m    A                 E                            B  
My      mother    lived in spite
B      A                              E                            B      C#m  
We    laughed when nothing was funny
C#m                                              E                                 B  
But how we wept when nothing was left
B            C#m              E                      B                         C#m  
So I    left her there in    boom town
C#m         E                                                 B  
When I reached fifteen years
B            C#m                 E              B            C#m  
And I travelled mostly northeast
C#m            E                                         B  
With my head held mostly down
B                            A                                      E                    B                      C#m  
Cause they    said there was    more in    Baltimore
C#m                         A                      E                    B  
Where those    shipyards never close
B                 A                    E                      B      C#m  
You can sell the man your    labor
C#m                 E            B         C#m              E                      B            C#m  
Send the    money home Broadway found me    pennyless
C#m            E                                         B  
And the mission found me last
B         C#m                 E                      B                         C#m  
They gave me a coat and    three days rest
C#m              E                            B              A                      E            B                      C#m  
And when I awoke and left a shroud of steam surrounded me
C#m    A              E              B  
And    I was    born away
     A                    E              B                      C#m  
I found myself at Sparrows Point
C#m                                      E            B  
With a sling-shot in my hand
B         C#m              E              B            C#m         E                                 B  
And    standing there around me Two thousand idle hands
B                         C#m                      E  
With their heads bowed low
                B                      C#m  
Their hopes not high
C#m      E                                                         B  
Their hearts weaned of their homes
B                         A                    E                    B              C#m  
And their    pockets    full of    photographs
C#m                    A                      E                      B  
And their    eyes full of goodbyes
B              A      E              B                    C#m  
I took my    place among my kind
C#m                            E                    B  
And I held my place in line
B                    C#m         E                 B                 C#m  
Now I'm    twenty one and well employed
C#m      E                                            B  
And I send home most my pay
B                                 C#m         E                    B            C#m  
Which leaves    plenty left for cigarettes
C#mE                                                     B  
To    help me pass the days
B              A              E              B                         C#m  
With beloved friends surrounding me
C#m              A                         E            B  
The cold street so    far away
A                            E                    B      C#m  
Three days    west of    Normandy
C#m                         E            B  
With a rifle in my hand