The Sentinel - John Gorka
    A Francis called me Joe
    But that is not my name
    I told him what it really was 
    But he lost it just the same
    B When they made the Francis plan
    They took too much off the top
    The Sentinel of Seneca
    The 800 Block
    C He would scare the kids
    And they would run away
    'Till they found he was one of them
    Though he was big and gray
    A Already fifty-five
    He dressed as though he cared
    Wore his time out on the block
    Beneath his close-cut hair
    B He always had a word
    For anyone who'd stop
    The Sentinel of Seneca
    The 800 Block
    C He'd say you can't park there
    And strangers they would go
    They would do just what he said
    Because they didn't know
    A Francis lived alone
    And that's the way he died
    I wonder if they'll need a guard
    On the other side
    B Some people roam the world
    To make some kind of change
    The parking up on Seneca
    Will never be the same
    C They say he got a job
    On some other hill
    And if you don't miss him
    I know the neighbors will

    [Repeat A and B parts of first verse]

    © 1984 by John Gorka

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