Biography:
Richard Shindell (born 3 August 1960, Lakehurst, New Jersey) is an American folk singer. While dividing his time between Buenos Aires, Argentina, and New York's Hudson Valley, Shindell is a writer whose songs paint pictures, tell stories, and juxtapose ideas and images.
Shindell's songwriting often involves storytelling from a first-person point of view: for example, from an INS officer and illegal immigrant in "Fishing", to a World War II soldier in "Sparrows Point"
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Other songs:
- A Juggler Out In Traffic
- A Summer Wind A Cotton Dress
- A Tune For Nowhere
- Acadian Driftwood
- Are You Happy Now
- Arrowhead
- Beyond The Iron Gate
- Blue Divide
- By Now
- Castaway
- Darkness Darkness
- Deportee
- Easy Street
- Fishing
- Gethsemani Goodbye
- Gray Green
- I Saw My Youth Today
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Last Fare Of The Day
- Lawrence Ks
- May
- Money For Floods
- Northbound 35
- On A Sea Of Fleur
- Parasol Ants
- Reunion Hill
- Sing Me Back Home
- Smiling
- So Says The Whippoorwill
- Sparrows Point
- Spring
- State Of The Union
- Storms Are On The Ocean
- Summer Wind A Cotton Dress
- The Ballad Of Mary Magdalen
- The Courier
- The Kenworth Of My Dreams
- The Last Fare Of The Day
- The Next Best Western
- The Things That I Have Seen
- The Weather
- Transit
- Tv Light
- Waiting For The Storm
- Wisteria
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Richard Shindell - Sparrows Point
CAPO: 4th Fret
INTRO: C G Am
C G Am
My name is William Taylor
C G
And I was born in '24
Am C G Am
Too late to know the Great Fallen
C G
In time to know the Great Fall
F C G Am
When my father died of money
F C G
My mother lived in spite
F C G Am
We laughed when nothing was funny
C G
And how we wept when nothing was left
Am C G Am
So I left her there in boomtown
C G
When I reached fifteen years
Am C G Am
And I travelled mostly northeast
C G
With my head held mostly down
F C G Am
'Cause they said there was more in Baltimore
F C G
Where those shipyards never close
F C G Am
You can sell the man your labour
C G Am
And send the money home
C G Am
Broadway found me penniless
C G
And the mission found me last
Am C G Am
They gave me a coat and three days rest
C G
And when I awoke and left
F C G Am
A shroud of steam surrounded me
F C G
And I was borne away
F C G Am
And I found myself at Sparrows Point
C G Am
With a slingshot in my hand
C G Am
Standing there around me
C G
Two thousand idle hands
Am C G Am
Their heads bowed low, their hopes not high
C G
Their hearts weaned of their homes
F C G Am
And their pockets full of photographs
F C G
Their eyes full of goodbyes
F C G Am
I took my place among my kind
C G Am
And I held my place in line
INSTRUMENTAL: Am C G Am C G (2x)
F C G Am F C G F C G Am C G
Am C G Am
Now I'm twenty-one and well-employed
C G
And I send home most of my pay
Am C G Am
Which leaves plenty left for cigarettes
C G
To help me pass the days
F C G Am
With beloved friends surrounding me
F C G
The cold streets so far away
F C G Am
Three days west of Normandy
C G
A rifle in my hand
CAPO: 4th Fret
INTRO: C G Am
C G Am
My name is William Taylor
C G
And I was born in '24
Am C G Am
Too late to know the Great Fallen
C G
In time to know the Great Fall
F C G Am
When my father died of money
F C G
My mother lived in spite
F C G Am
We laughed when nothing was funny
C G
And how we wept when nothing was left
Am C G Am
So I left her there in boomtown
C G
When I reached fifteen years
Am C G Am
And I travelled mostly northeast
C G
With my head held mostly down
F C G Am
'Cause they said there was more in Baltimore
F C G
Where those shipyards never close
F C G Am
You can sell the man your labour
C G Am
And send the money home
C G Am
Broadway found me penniless
C G
And the mission found me last
Am C G Am
They gave me a coat and three days rest
C G
And when I awoke and left
F C G Am
A shroud of steam surrounded me
F C G
And I was borne away
F C G Am
And I found myself at Sparrows Point
C G Am
With a slingshot in my hand
C G Am
Standing there around me
C G
Two thousand idle hands
Am C G Am
Their heads bowed low, their hopes not high
C G
Their hearts weaned of their homes
F C G Am
And their pockets full of photographs
F C G
Their eyes full of goodbyes
F C G Am
I took my place among my kind
C G Am
And I held my place in line
INSTRUMENTAL: Am C G Am C G (2x)
F C G Am F C G F C G Am C G
Am C G Am
Now I'm twenty-one and well-employed
C G
And I send home most of my pay
Am C G Am
Which leaves plenty left for cigarettes
C G
To help me pass the days
F C G Am
With beloved friends surrounding me
F C G
The cold streets so far away
F C G Am
Three days west of Normandy
C G
A rifle in my hand
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