Down by the fires, I've worked all my life |
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No Smoke, No Baloney the old timers say |
Forty long years I passed through these gates
I've taken back home in my lunch can each day
The dust that I breathe, the sulphur I ate
The damned smell of steel just won't go away
Each dollar I've earned by the blast-furnace door
Has been for my family and still we're damned poor
And my days lie like dust on the old Sysco floor
Makin' the steel till I can't work no more
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The skies over Sydney, once red with the haze
Have cleared in the hopes of far better days
And the fires of old forge our children's new ways
Making the steel on Cape Breton to stay
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Music: Joe Grant Lyrics: Joe Grant and David Stone