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Youngstown Bruce Springsteen
[Dm] [C] [Cadd9] [F]
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LYRICS
[Dm]Here in northeast Ohio, back in 1803
[Cadd9]James and Dan Heaton found the ore that was lining Yellow [Dm]Creek.
[Dm]They built a blast furnace here along the shore,
[Cadd9]And they made the cannonballs that helped the Union win the [Dm]war.
Here in [Cadd9]Youngstown
Here in [Dm]Youngstown
My sweet [F]Jenny I'm sinkin' [C]down
Here darlin' in [Dm]Youngstown
Well 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
Them smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay
Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown
Well, my [F]daddy come on the O[C]hio works
When he come home from World War [Dm]Two.
Now the [Cadd9]yard's just scrap and rubble
[Dm]
He said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do."
These [F]mills they built the [C]tanks and bombs
That won this country's [Dm]wars.
We [Cadd9]sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam.
Now we're wondering what they were [Dm]dying for.
Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' 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.
And Youngstown
And Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown
When I [F]die I don't want no part of [C]heaven
I would not do heaven's work [Dm]well
I pray the [Cadd9]devil comes and takes me to stand
In the fiery furna[Dm]ces of hell.
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| "Immature artists imitate. | Jason Groce |
| Mature artists steal." | MFA in Playwriting |
| | UT Austin |
| -- T.S. Eliot | |
| | jgroce@mail.utexas.edu |
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