Youngstown (Live)

Here in northeast Ohio

Back in eighteen-o-three

James and Dan Heaton

Found the ore that was lining Yellow Creek

They built a blast furnace

Here along the shore

And they made the cannonballs

That helped the Union win the war

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny I'm sinking down

Here darling in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces

Kept them hotter than hell

I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer

A job that would suit the devil as well

Taconite coke and limestone

Fed my children and made my pay

The smokestacks reaching like the arms of God

Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny I'm sinking down

Here darling 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 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 dying for

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny I'm sinking down

Here darling 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

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny I'm sinking down

Here darling 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