Youngstown [French translation]

Here in northeast Ohio

Back in eighteen-o-three

James and Danny Heaton

Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek

They built a blast furnace

Here along the shore

And they made the cannon balls

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

He kept 'em hotter than hell

I come home from 'Nam

Worked my way to scarfer

A job that'd suit the devil aswell

Taconite, coke and limestone

Fed my children and made my pay

And 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 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 have done"

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

In Youngstown

In 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

• Artist:Bruce Springsteen
• Album:The Ghost of Tom Joad (1995)