There?s a Black Hawk down on the front line Twelve men killed in a coal mine While the world pays it's last respects Can?t find an ounce of comfort on
way that the wind blows Baby you can ride with me, yeah Turn up the radio, crank it loud That song they're playing is our song now Ride, ride, ride
One more concrete box went up overnight, another treeline cut down Seems like they can't build 'em fast enough and they just keep on turning them out
We were bored and seventeen Empty pockets full of dreams and nowhere to go She was eager, I was proud Trace of passion in her eyes, one would never know
Her daddy owned some oil rigs west of San Antonio He made a lot of money but he never made it home He did a lot of drilling, wasn't always in the ground
Well I'm on my way to the city life To a pretty face that shines her light on the city night And I'm going to catch a noon train, gonna be there on time
