Bruce Springsteen - Youngstown lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Youngstown lyrics]
Here in northeast Ohio, back in 1803
James and Dan Heaton found the ore
That was lining 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 sinking down
Here, darling, in Youngstown
Well, my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam
Worked my way to scarfer
A job that would suit the devil as well
Taconite coke and limestone fed my
Children and made my pay
Them smokestacks reaching like the
Arms of God
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay
Here in Youngstown here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny, I'm sinking down
Here, darling, in Youngstown
Well, my daddy come on the Ohio works
When he come home from World War I I
Now the yard's just scrap and rubble
He said "Them big boys did
What Hitler couldn't do"
These mills, they built the tanks and bombs
That won this country's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now we're wondering what they were dying for
Here in Youngstown here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinking down
Here, darling, 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
In Youngstown in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinking down
Here, darling, 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
James and Dan Heaton found the ore
That was lining 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 sinking down
Here, darling, in Youngstown
Well, my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam
Worked my way to scarfer
A job that would suit the devil as well
Taconite coke and limestone fed my
Children and made my pay
Them smokestacks reaching like the
Arms of God
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay
Here in Youngstown here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny, I'm sinking down
Here, darling, in Youngstown
Well, my daddy come on the Ohio works
When he come home from World War I I
Now the yard's just scrap and rubble
He said "Them big boys did
What Hitler couldn't do"
These mills, they built the tanks and bombs
That won this country's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now we're wondering what they were dying for
Here in Youngstown here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinking down
Here, darling, 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
In Youngstown in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinking down
Here, darling, 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