Cifras
Sparrows Point

 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