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Here in northeast Ohio, back in eighteen-o-three |
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James and Danny Heaton found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek |
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They built a blast furnace here along the shore |
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And they made the cannon balls that helped the Union win the war |
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Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown |
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My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down |
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Here darlin' in Youngstown |
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Well my daddy worked the furnaces, kept 'em hotter than hell |
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I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer, a job that'd suit the devil as well |
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Well taconite coke and limestone fed my children and made my pay |
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Them smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God into a beautiful sky of soot and clay |
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Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown |
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Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down |
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Here darlin' in Youngstown |
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Well my daddy come on the Ohio works when he come home from World War Two |
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Now the yard's just scrap and rubble, he said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do." |
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Yeah these mills they built the tanks and bombs that won this country's wars |
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We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam, now we're wondering what they were dyin' for |
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Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown |
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My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down |
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Here darlin' in Youngstown |
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From the Monongahela valley to the Mesabi iron range |
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To the coal mines of Appalachia, the story's always the same |
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Seven hundred tons of metal a day, now sir you tell me the world's changed |
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Once I made you rich enough, rich enough to forget my name |
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And Youngstown, and Youngstown |
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My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down |
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Here darlin' in Youngstown |
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When I die I don't want no part of heaven, I would not do heaven's work well |
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I pray the devil comes and takes me to stand in the fiery furnaces of hell |
