O, Pennsyltucky!-Mischief Brew

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 see you But it’s good to leave 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