| I’m old, weak and grey and I’m running out of time
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| Yeah, but you should have seen me, brother, when I was young and in my prime
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| Back in Gary, Indiana in 1959
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| I was a steel working man with 2 kids and loving wife
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| And the Union was strong, smokestacks burning day and night
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| Back in Gary, Indiana in 1959
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| But then the accountants and lawyers and bosses at U.S. Steel
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| Sent down the word that we had to take their rotten deal
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| But from Birmingham to Pueblo, Oakland to Allentown
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| The workers got together and we shut the Big Boys down
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| The President and Supreme Court tried to force us off the line
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| Back in Gary, Indiana in 1959
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| Now the years have disappeared in the blink of an eye
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| And I feel like a stranger in world that isn’t mine
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| My dear wife died, my kids all moved away
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| Cause there’s nothing round here to make them want to stay
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| Cause the factories are in ruins, decent jobs are hard to find
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| And you can’t get ahead no matter how hard you try
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| Cause the Big Boys make the rules, tough luck for everyone else
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| And out on the streets, brother, it’s every man for himself
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| But I still remember when we marched side by side
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| Back in Gary, Indiana in 1959
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| Don’t bury my body, brother, when it’s my time to die
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| Just throw me in that smelter and let my ashes fly
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| Back home to Gary, Indiana in 1959 |