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Homestead Pennsylvania, the home of the U.S. Steel |
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And the men down at the Homestead Works |
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Are sharing one last meal |
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Sauerkraut and kielbasa, a dozen beers or more |
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A hundred years of pouring slab, |
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They're closing down the door |
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And this mill won't run no more. |
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There's silence in the valley, there's silence in the streets |
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There's silence every night here upon these cold white sheets |
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Were my wife stares out the window with a long and lonely stare |
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She says "you kill yourself for 30 years but no one seems to care" |
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You made their railroads rails and bridges, you ran their driving wheels |
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And the towers of the Empire State are lined with Homestead Steel |
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The Monongahela valley no longer hears the roar |
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There is cottonwood and suemacway inside the slab mill door |
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And this mill won't run no more. |
