Bruce Springsteen - Youngstown | Текст песни

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Here in northeast Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Danny 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, I'm sinkin' down
Here, darlin', in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces,
Kept them hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam, worked my way to scarfer
That job would suit the devil as well
There were 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
Sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here, darlin', in Youngstown

Well, my daddy come on the Ohio works
When he come home from World War II
Now the yards' just scrap and rubble,
He said: “Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do”
Yeah, these mills they’ve built the tanks and bombs
That won this country's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam,
Now we're wonderin' what they were dyin' for

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here, darlin', in Youngstown

From the Monongahela Valley
To the Mesabi iron range
To 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
Sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here, darlin', 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