Joe Jencks

What can I tell you

Tell me what can I say

All the mills standing silent

All the jobs gone away

Now the storefronts are empty

As I walk up and down

But everywhere I go

I will shout Youngstown

The jobs that we fought for

The tears that we cried

Our town that was stolen

But never our pride

Wherever we may travel

Wherever we’re found

Everywhere I go

I will shout Youngstown                              

Wherever we may travel

Wherever we’re found

Everywhere I go

I will shout Youngstown

I will shout Youngstown

I will shout Youngstown

I will shout Youngstown