Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was born in the corn fields of Kentucky Moved north in '73 The war was still going strong, so I found a job Rolling steel in a foundry in Homestead [Verse 2] I worked beside a guy named Grzybowski Taught me how to keep safe Said there's many a man who lost the fingers from their hands You can wind up crippled or dead in Homestead [Verse 3] 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 And the dust was so thick you could choke I heard all the old stories about the twelve hour shifts in the mill All the union brothers the Pinkertons tried hard to kill Heard about Frick and Carnegie and the day the river ran red How the union caved in in Homestead [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] Well, I got work tearin' those old mills down There's nothing left but the sweat and blood in the ground At night we tuck our little babies in bed Still pray to the red, white and blue in Homestead [Outro] Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead Na, na, na, na-na, na I'm still living in Homestead