text: Here in northeast Ohio
  Back in eighteen-o-three
  James and Dan Heaton
  Found the ore that was lining 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 sinking down
  Here darling in Youngstown
  Well, my daddy worked the furnaces
  Kept them hotter than hell
  I come home from Nam, worked my way to scarfer
  A job that would suit the devil as well
  Taconite coke and limestone
  Fed my children and made my pay
  The smokestacks reaching like the arms of God
  Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay
  Here in Youngstown
  Here in Youngstown
  My sweet Jenny Im sinking down
  Here darling 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 dying for
  Here in Youngstown
  Here in Youngstown
  My sweet Jenny Im sinking down
  Here darling 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
  Here in Youngstown
  Here in Youngstown
  My sweet Jenny Im sinking down
  Here darling 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