Youngstown
Here in northeast OhioBack in eighteen-o-threeJames and Danny HeatonFound the ore that was linin' Yellow CreekThey built a blast furnaceHere along the shoreAnd they made the cannon ballsThat helped the union win the war
Here in YoungstownHere in YoungstownMy sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' downHere darlin' in Youngstown
Well my daddy worked the furnacesHe kept 'em hotter than hellI come home from 'NamWorked my way to scarferA job that'd suit the devil aswellTaconite, coke and limestoneFed my children and made my payAnd smokestacks reachin' like the arms of GodInto a beautiful sky of soot and clay
Here in YoungstownHere in YoungstownMy sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' downHere darlin' in Youngstown
Well 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 have done"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' for
Here in YoungstownHere in YoungstownMy sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' downHere darlin' in Youngstown
From 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 name
In YoungstownIn YoungstownMy sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' downHere darlin' in Youngstown
When 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