U.S. Steel - Tom Russell

Homestead Pennsylvania, the home of the U.S. 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 streets

There’s silence every night here upon these cold white sheets

Were my wife stares out the window with a long and lonely stare

She says «you kill yourself for 30 years but no one seems to care»

You made their railroads rails and bridges, you ran their driving wheels

And the towers of the Empire State are lined with Homestead Steel

The Monongahela valley no longer hears the roar

There is cottonwood and suemacway inside the slab mill door

And this mill won’t run no more