I was born in the corn fields of Kentucky
I moved north in '73
The war was still going strong so I found a job
Rolling steel in a foundry in Homestead
I worked beside a guy named Grzbowski
Who taught me how to keep safe
He said "there's many a man who lost the fingers from
Their hands
You could wind up crippled or dead in Homestead
And the steel glowed in the white hot chambers
The furnace spit fire and smoke
And the sunlight came through the cracks in the roof
The dust was so thick you could choke
I heard all the old stories about the twelve hour shifts
In the mill
And the union brothers the Pinkertons tried hard to kill
Heard about Frick and Carnegie the day the river ran red
How the union caved in - in Homestead
It was more than a job it was my family
I got married - settled down - bought a home
And in the bars down the street - in the late summer heat
You never had to feel alone
I got work tearin' those old mills down
Until there's nothing left but the sweat and blood
In the ground
At night we tuck our little babies in bed
We still pray to the red, white and blue in Homestead
I'm still livin' in Homestead


Song Informationen:
1995 von Joe Grushecky und Bruce Springsteen geschrieben. Welturaufgeführt am 17. Oktober 1995 im Stone Pony, Asbury Park, NJ.