Tom Russell

Tom Russell - U.s. Steel guitar tab

Again, a Tom Russell classic I'm doing off the top of my head. What really drives this tune is the simple electric guitar lick that recurrs through the song. It's got a real eerie feel to it, you can almost feel like you've been laid off your job.

Capo on the 2nd fret and play in G. If you're playing the electric lick, do not capo and play in A.

Have fun! - Ken

(G) (Em)

(G)Homestead, Pennsylvania. The (D)home of U.S. (G)Steel

The men down at the Homestead works, are (D)sharing one last (G)meal

(C)saurkraut and keel(G)basa, (C)a dozen beers or (G)more

(C)a hundred years of (Bm)pouring slab, they're (Am)closin' down the (D)door

This mill won't run no (G)more.(Em)

There's (G)silence in the valley, and (D)silence in the (G)streets

Silence every night here, under(D)neath these cold white (G)sheets

Where my (C)wife looks out the (G)window, with a (C)long and lonely (G)stare

She says "You (C)kill yourself for (Bm)30 years, and (am)no one seems to (D)care"

(chorus)

You made their (C)railroad rails and (G)bridges

You (C)ran the driving (G)wheel

The (C)towers of their (G)Empire State

Are (D)lined with Homestead (G)steel

The (C)Manongaheela (G)valley, no (C)longer hears the (G)roar

There's (C)cottonwood and (Bm)sumack weed, (Am)inside the slab mill (D)door

This mill won't run no (G)more (Em)

(same as second verse and chorus)

So me, I'll sit in Hess' pub, and drink my life away

God bless the second mortgage, and the unemployment pay

And my ex-boss Mr. Goodwin, he keeps shaking my one good hand

He say's "Son, it's men like you and me, who built the promised land,

We make their railroad rails and bridges. We ran their driving wheel,

and the towers of their Empire state, are lined with Homestead steel."

The Manongaheela valley, no longer hears the roar.

There's cottonwood, and sumack weed, inside the slab mill door.

This mill won't run no more.

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