Lyrics - Youngstown by Bruce Springsteen

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

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