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