Third shift whistle, sparks against my face
Twenty-two years feeding fire in this place
Foreman's got a letter folded in his vest
Says the company in Ohio knows what's best
Molten iron, slow and red
Keep my mouth shut, keep my children fed
Furnace number nine, she's burning low tonight
Every man here wonders if he's next in line
Hands black with soot, heart black with worry
Furnace number nine
Jimmy lost his house back in the spring
Pawned his daddy's watch and his wedding ring
Union hall is empty, coffee's going cold
Steel don't care how hard you work or old
When they shut the gates and the smoke clears out
Who's gonna remember what we bled about
Furnace number nine, she's burning low tonight
Every man here wonders if he's next in line
Hands black with soot, heart black with worry
Furnace number nine
