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Date: Thu, 4 Jan 1996 16:49:52 -0100
From: [email protected] (Jason Groce)
Subject: YOUNGSTOWN by Bruce Springsteen
YOUNGSTOWN
By Bruce Springsteen
From The Ghost of Tom Joad Album
NOTES
This song is pretty simple. The picking pattern at the beginning
is a simple bass-chord strum that you should be able to hear easily.
CHORDS
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LYRICS
DmHere in northeast Ohio, back in 1803
Cadd9James and Dan Heaton found the ore that was lining Yellow DmCreek.
DmThey built a blast furnace here along the shore,
Cadd9And they made the cannonballs that helped the Union win the Dmwar.
Here in Cadd9Youngstown
Here in DmYoungstown
My sweet FJenny I'm sinkin' Cdown
Here darlin' in DmYoungstown
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 Fdaddy come on the OChio works
When he come home from World War DmTwo.
Now the Cadd9yard's just scrap and rubble
He said "Them big boys did what HiDmtler couldn't do."
These Fmills they built the Ctanks and bombs
That won this country's Dmwars.
We Cadd9sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam.
Now we're wondering what they were Dmdying 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 Fdie I don't want no part of Cheaven
I would not do heaven's work Dmwell
I pray the Cadd9devil comes and takes me to stand
In the fiery furnaDmces 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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