Dusty The Kid - Bethlehem Steel

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
And I learned to work, I learned to toil and rush
Pretending all these hours won't just someday turn to rust
My lungs are getting speckled like the belly of a thrush
In the morn
They say that America has Bethlehem Steel
Running down the length of her spine
I'm shackled to her bed and now she's bearing down like lead
Pushing all that weight into mine, boys
Pushing all that weight into mine
And I've seen their towers crowned, your cities fed
I've made thunder, I've made fire loud enough to wake the dead
Promises were made, I can'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?

Written by:
Tyson Gerhardt

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