(water plashing) (birds singing) (wistful music) ♪ Pennsylvania, take me in your trees ♪ ♪ Bury me so deep beneath your burning autumn leaves ♪ ♪ Little town of Bethlehem means nothing to me ♪ ♪ Anymore ♪ ♪ Daddy's gone, got dug up at the root ♪ ♪ Caught between the casting spill ♪ ♪ The boiler, and the chute ♪ ♪ Now I'm just a boy in a pair of dead man's boots ♪ ♪ By the door ♪ ♪ They say that America has Bethlehem Steel ♪ ♪ Running down the length of her spine ♪ ♪ She's hard and unfeeling and cold to the touch ♪ ♪ She was born way down in the mines, boys ♪ ♪ Born way down in the mines ♪ ♪ I stumble as I pass on through the gate ♪ ♪ Where on these weary soles ♪ ♪ A different man walked yesterday ♪ ♪ But it's like the foreman says ♪ ♪ We don't get no time to waste ♪ ♪ Past the door ♪ ♪ They say that America has Bethlehem Steel ♪ ♪ Running down the length of her spine ♪ ♪ I'm shackled to her bed ♪ ♪ Now she's bearing down like lead ♪ ♪ Pushing all that weight into mine, boys ♪ ♪ Pushing all that weight into mine ♪ (wistful music continues) ♪ Well, I learned to work, I learned to toil and rush ♪ ♪ Pretending all these hours won't just ♪ My lungs are getting speckled like the belly of a thrush ♪ ♪ In the morn ♪ ♪ I've seen your towers crowned, your cities fed ♪ ♪ I've made thunder, I've made fire ♪ ♪ Loud enough to wake the dead ♪ ♪ Promises were made, I don't remember what they said ♪ ♪ Anymore ♪ ♪ They say that America has Bethlehem Steel ♪ ♪ Running down the length of her spine ♪ ♪ But how can I carry the weight of a nation ♪ ♪ With a back made of old knotted pine, boys ♪ ♪ A back made of old knotted pine ♪ (wistful music continues)