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BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN lyrics : "Youngstown"

Here in northeast Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Dan 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 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer
A job that'd suit the devil as well

Taconite !@%!e and limestone
Fed my children and make my pay
Them smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God

Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown


Well my daddy come on the Ohio works
When he come home from World War Two

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 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

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