Bruce Springsteen Youngstown
Here in northeast Ohio, back in eighteen-o-three James and Dean Heaton found the ore that was linin‘ yellow creek They built a blast furnace here along the shore And they made the cannonballs that helped the Union win the war Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I’m sinkin‘ down, here darlin‘ in Youngstown Well my daddy worked the furnaces, kept them hotter than hell I come home from Nam worked my way to scarfer, a job that’d suit the devil as well Taconite coke and limestone fed my children and made my pay Them smokestacks reached like the arms of god into a beautiful sky of soot and clay Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I’m sinkin‘ down, here darlin‘ in Youngstown Well my daddy come home from Ohio works when he came home from World War 2 Now the yard’s just scrap and scrubble He said: „ Them big boys did what Hitler couldn’t do“ These mills they built the tanks and bombs that won these country’s wars We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam now we’re wonderin‘ what they were dyin’for Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I’m sinkin‘ down, here darlin‘ in Youngstown From the Monongahela valley to the Mesabi iron range To the coal mines of Appalachia the story’s always the same Seven hundred tons of metal a day now sir you tell me the world’s changed Once I made you rich enough rich enough to forget my name And Youngstown, and Youngstown My sweet Jenny I’m sinkin‘ down, here darlin‘ in Youngstown When I die I don’t want no part of heaven, I would not do heaven’s work well I pray the devil comes and takes me to stand in the fiery furnaces of hell
