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YOUNGSTOWN By Bruce Springsteen 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------|------------| ------------|------------|------------|------------| 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 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. +-----------------------------------------+-----------------------------+ | | | | "Immature artists imitate. | Jason Groce | | Mature artists steal." | MFA in Playwriting | | | UT Austin | | -- T.S. Eliot | | | | | +-----------------------------------------+-----------------------------+ |
