Come on!
Gentle goes the Blackhawk slow
We demand our way
A new day grows
The whistle blows
We just cannot stay
We’ll be out by the calling bell
To greet the sunrise
Take the sun and make it yours
Hold up half the sky
Get it out of the way
You’re killing the day
But we could still get high
We’ll be out by the calling bell
To greet the sunrise
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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley