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

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

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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.