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Homestead, Pennsylvania, the home of US Steel
And the men down at the Homestead works are sharing one last meal
Sauerkraut and kielbasa, a dozen beers or more
A hundred years of pouring slab, they're closing down the door
And this mill won't run no more
There's silence in the valley, there's silence in the street
There's silence every night here upon these cold white sheets
Where my wife stares out the window with a long and lonely stare
She says, "You killed yourself for 30 years but no one seems to care"
You made their railroad rails and bridges, you ran their driving wheel
And the towers of their Empire State are lined with Homestead steel
The Monongahela Valley no longer hears the roar
There's cottonwood and sumac weed inside the slab mill door
And this mill won't run no more
So me, I'll sit in Hess's Bar and drink my life away
God bless the second mortgage and the unemployment pay
And my ex-boss Mr. Goodwin, he keeps shaking my one good hand
He said, "Son, it's men like me and you who built the promised land"
We made their railroad rails and bridges, we ran their driving wheel
And the towers of their Empire State are lined with Homestead steel
The Monongahela Valley no longer hears the roar
There's cottonwood and sumac weed inside the slab mill door
And this mill won't run no more