Date: Thu, 4 Jan 1996 16:49:52 -0100
From: jgroce@mail.utexas.edu (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
Dm           C            Cadd9        F
-----1------|-----0------|-----0------|-----1------|
-----3------|-----1------|-----3------|-----1------|
-----2------|-----0------|-----0------|-----2------|
-----0------|-----2------|-----2------|-----3------|
------------|-----3------|-----3------|------------|
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LYRICS
Dm
Here in northeast Ohio, back in 1803
Cadd9                                                     Dm
James and Dan Heaton found the ore that was lining Yellow Creek.
Dm
They built a blast furnace here along the shore,
Cadd9                                                       Dm
And they made the cannonballs that helped the Union win the war.

        Cadd9
Here in Youngstown
        Dm
Here in Youngstown
         F                 C
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
                Dm
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

         F                  C
Well, my daddy come on the Ohio works
                                 Dm
When he come home from World War Two.
        Cadd9
Now the yard's just scrap and rubble
                                       Dm
He said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do."
      F                    C
These mills they built the tanks and bombs
                        Dm
That won this country's wars.
   Cadd9
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam.
                                   Dm
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

       F                           C
When I die I don't want no part of heaven
                             Dm
I would not do heaven's work well
           Cadd9
I pray the devil comes and takes me to stand
                  Dm
In the fiery furnaces of hell.

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| "Immature artists imitate.              | Jason Groce                 |
|  Mature artists steal."                 |    MFA in Playwriting       |
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