Youngstown

Here in north east 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 warHere in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in YoungstownWell 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, coke and limestone

Fed my children and made my pay

Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of god

Into a beautiful sky of soot and clayHere in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in YoungstownWell my daddy come on the 0hio works

When he come home from world war two

Now the yards 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' forHere in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in YoungstownFrom the Monongaleh valley

To the Mesabi iron range

To the coal mines of Appalacchia

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 nameIn Youngstown

In Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in YoungstownWhen I die I don't want no part of heaven

I would not do heavens work well

I pray the devil comes and takes me

To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

Songwriters

BRUCE SPRINGSTEENPublished by

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