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.