No heaven, I like devil ‘s fiery furnaces in hell

Here in northeast Ohio, back in eighteen-o-three
James and Dean 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 warHere in Youngstown, here in Youngstown My sweet
Jenny I’m sinkin‘ down, here darlin‘ in YoungstownWell my daddy worked the furnaces, kept them
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 reached like the
arms of god into a beautiful sky of soot and clayHere in Youngstown, here in Youngstown My sweet
Jenny I’m sinkin‘ down, here darlin‘ in YoungstownWell my daddy come home from Ohio works when he
came home from World War 2 Now the yard’s just
scrap and scrubble He said: „ Them big boys did
what Hitler couldn’t do“ These mills they built
the tanks and bombs that won these country’s wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam now we’re
wonderin‘ 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