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"Sentinel of Seneca" by John Gorka


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Francis called me Joe, but that is not my name,

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I told him what it really was but he lost it just the same,

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When they made the "Francis plan", they took too much off the top,

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The Sentinel of Seneca, the eight hundred block.

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And he would scare the kids,

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And they would run away,

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Til they found he was one of them,
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Though he was big and gray.


Already fifty five he dressed as though he cared,
Wore his time out on the block beneath his close-cut hair,
He always had a word for anyone who stopped,
The Sentinel of Seneca, the eight hundred block.
He'd say, "You can't park there"
And people they would go,
They would do just what he said,
Because they didn't know.

Francis lived alone - that's the way he died,
I wonder if they'll need a guard on the other side,
Some people roam the world to make some kind of change,
But parking up on Seneca will never be the same.
They say he found a job,
On some other hill,
And if you don't miss him,
I know the neighbors will.

(Repeat first four lines)