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We sat on the Bulb rocks
With plum wine and we watched
The fog roll and swallow the bridge on the bay
I thought, “I could live here,”
But I’m still in high gear
And sweating and freezing 3,000 away

O Pennsyltucky!
Your three mile islands
The coal fires buckle the miners’ highways
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA

Where we all come from
Most died of the Black Lung
Another, a browbeater, boxer, and saint
When he finally got caught,
The cops made a few calls
They opened his cell
Never fought him again

In O Pennsyltucky!
Your three mile islands
The coal fires buckle the miners’ highways
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA

Wake me when Steel City’s roadwork signs
Shine in my face
Whew, now I’m safe

Was that a peepshow
With drive-thru windows?
The gun show’s got carousels and funnel cakes
It says “Church” in neon
And asks me what’s beyond
If I had to guess, I’d say more of the same

In O’ Pennsyltucky!
Your three mile islands
The coal fires buckle the miners’ highways
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA
O Pennsyltucky… how your coal fires rumble
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA

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