Steeltown - Big Country

Here I stand with my own kin

At the end of everything

Finaly the dream is gone

I’ve had enough of hanging on

I came here with all my friends

Leaving behind the weight of years

Leaving alone in a flood of tears

Out on a prospect that never ends

All the landscape was the mill

Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell

With a river of bodies flowing with the bell

Here was the future for hands of skill

We built all this with our own hands

But who could know we built on sand?

Now it’s barren all to soon

There is no miracle in ruin

We set the flame and it burned so blue

With open eyes I watched it grow

A sea of palms in an ocean of snow

Hands with the courage to start anew

Here was a home for the lost and scared

Out of the yards and the run dry dock

To the call of the steel that would never stop

Here was a refuge for those who dared

In a steeltown when the heat’s on

I went down and the heat turned on me

In a steeltown when the heat’s on

I went down and the heat turned on me

And now I stand with my own kin

At the end of everything

Finaly the dream is gone

Nothing left to hang upon