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Youngstown
Here in northeast OhioBack in eighteen-o-threeJames and Dan HeatonFound the ore that was linin’ Yellow CreekThey built a blast furnaceHere along the shoreAnd they made the cannonballsThat helped the Union win the warHere in YoungstownHere in YoungstownMy sweet Jenny I’m sinkin’ downHere darlin’ in YoungstownWell my daddy worked the furnacesKept ’em hotter than hellI come home from ’Nam worked my way to scarferA job that’d suit the devil as wellTaconite coke and limestoneFed my children and make my payThem smokestacks reachin’ like the arms of GodInto a beautiful sky of soot and clayHere in YoungstownHere in YoungstownSweet Jenny I’m sinkin’ downHere darlin’ in YoungstownWell my daddy come on the Ohio worksWhen he come home from World War TwoNow the yard’s just scrap and rubbleHe said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn’t do."These mills they built the tanks and bombsThat won this country’s warsWe sent our sons to Korea and VietnamNow we’re wondering what they were dyin’ forHere in YoungstownHere in YoungstownMy sweet Jenny I’m sinkin’ downHere darlin’ in YoungstownFrom the Monongahela valleyTo the Mesabi iron rangeTo the coal mines of AppalachiaThe story’s always the sameSeven hundred tons of metal a dayNow sir you tell me the world’s changedOnce I made you rich enoughRich enough to forget my nameAnd YoungstownAnd YoungstownMy sweet Jenny I’m sinkin’ downHere darlin’ in YoungstownWhen I die I don’t want no part of heavenI would not do heaven’s work wellI pray the devil comes and takes meTo stand in the fiery furnaces of hell
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