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Martin Simpson
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I've been to Gary, Indiana Bethlehem, PA Seen the cinder dust at concerts Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay And all the mills in Sheffield They're old steel just the same But a furnace never burns so bright As down East Common Lane The Good Companions' hut's long gone Where I first learned the Leaving Song John and Dave and Moe They sang many's the sad refrain And I listened hard between the lines I longed for love and hard, hard times I followed the road and read the signs That led me home again I've been to Gary, Indiana Bethlehem, PA Seen the cinder dust at concerts Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay And all the mills in Sheffield They're old steel just the same But a furnace never burns so bright As down East Common Lane I hear the shunting ghosts in goods yards By the iron stone school walls The yards are weeds and gravel But the echoes crash and call Across the bridge, across the years I hear them clear and plain All the way from Rowland Road To East Common Lane I've been to Gary, Indiana Bethlehem, PA Seen the cinder dust at concerts Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay And all the mills in Sheffield They're old steel just the same But a furnace never burns so bright As down East Common Lane Harry and Joyce, they took in strays They took care of my mother Cut the hedges, did the shopping Said it was no bother Kindness of the finest Crimson skies at dead of night The kid on the corner is waiting for the bully And spoiling for a fight I had a shotgun house on Bourbon Street Just down the block from Jean Lafitte's I'd sit on the stoop with a friend of mine Watch the parades go by I'd already left a score of towns Delta hot, Great Lakes cold Didn't know I was looking but I hadn't found A place I could grow old I've been to Gary, Indiana Bethlehem, PA Seen the cinder dust at concerts Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay And all the mills in Sheffield They're old steel just the same But a furnace never burns so bright As down East Common Lane