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 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 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 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 dyin´ 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