Cifra de Youngstown - By Bruce Springsteen
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Here in northeast Ohio, back in 1803
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James and Dan Heaton found the ore that was lining Yellow Creek.
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They built a blast furnace here along the shore,
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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 '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 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 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 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.
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| "Immature artists imitate. | Jason Groce |
| Mature artists steal." | MFA in Playwriting |
| | UT Austin |
| -- T.S. Eliot | |
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