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I parked that old car of mine in the backyard by the fence,
I got a job at Wabush Mines and I ain't been home since;
I had a letter from my mom, said, boy, you're gone so long,
The grass is growing through the floor and one headlight is gone.
As I look out through the window I remember the nights,
I walked the floor and prayed to God that you'd be home alright;
But you're in Labrador now, those memories will fade,
But not the hopes that you'll come back again with me someday.
The keys are in the ashtray, the butts are on the floor,
The seats are all faded, faded now and torn;
Saint Christopher is on the dash, he never let you down,
He kept it safely on the road till late back in from town.
As I look out through the window I remember the nights,
I walked the floor and prayed to God that you'd be home alright;
But you're in Labrador now, those memories will fade,
But not the hopes that you'll come back again with me someday.
Somebody came and offered to tow your car away,
He said that it was clean-up week and I wouldn't have to pay;
I turned down his kind offer, I just couldn't let her go,
For I know that you'd be needing it someday when you came home.
As I look out through the window I remember the nights,
I walked the floor and prayed to God that you'd be home alright;
But you're in Labrador now, those memories will fade,
But not the hopes that you'll come back again with me someday.
As I look out through the window I remember the nights,
I walked the floor and prayed to God that you'd be home alright;
But you're in Labrador now, those memories will fade,
But not the hopes that you'll come back again with me someday.
Recorded by Labrador Black Spruce [1989-1999] (Ashuanipi Wish, trk#8, 1995, Black Spruce Music, Labrador City, Labrador, produced by Nando Speranza).
