Lyrics Bruce Springsteen – Youngstown

Bruce Springsteen – Youngstown words

Here in northeast Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Danny Heaton
Found the ore that was linin’ Yellow Creek
They built a blast furnace
Here along the shore
And they made the cannon balls
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
He kept ’em hotter than hell
I come home from ‘Nam
Worked my way to scarfer
A job that’d suit the devil aswell
Taconite, coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay
And smokestacks reachin’ 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 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 have done”
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

 
In Youngstown
In 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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