Youngstown — текст песни (Bruce Springsteen)

Here in northeast Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Dan Heaton
Found the ore that was linin 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 Im sinkin down
Here darlin in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept em hotter than hell
I come home from Nam worked my way to scarfer
A job thatd suit the devil as well
Taconite coke and limestone
Fed my children and make my pay
Them smokestacks reachin like the arms of God
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny Im sinkin down
Here darlin in Youngstown

Well my daddy come on the Ohio works
When he come home from World War Two
Now the yards just scrap and rubble
He said Them big boys did what Hitler couldnt do.
These mills they built the tanks and bombs
That won this countrys wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now were wondering what they were dyin for

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny Im sinkin down
Here darlin in Youngstown

From the Monongahela valley
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalachia
The storys always the same
Seven hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the worlds changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name

And Youngstown
And Youngstown
My sweet Jenny Im sinkin down
Here darlin in Youngstown

When I die I dont 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