Story Behind the Song
(C) 1997. When a son moved back to Pennsylvania, after years of being in Texas, I wrote this song, tracking his progress across the country, and praising his new home town.
Lyrics
Oh, I left El Paso on Thursday,
with a Ryder truck for a week.
You should have seen me go through New Mexico;
Amarillo was a yellow streak.
I was a cyclone through Oklahoma,
to Joplin, MO by Saturday night.
Now I'm halfway home to Pennsylvania,
and I'm really burnin' daylight.
I'm goin' to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, gonna work and grow with the town --
That little city on three rivers
with the cool green hills all around.
I've heard that life is good in Pittsburgh, so I'll find that opening door,
And if I have some luck, I'll never drive a truck
back to Texas anymore.
I nearly burned the X out of Texas,
eatin' salsa and Mexican beans;
But when a Pittsburgh man says it's chilly -- it's not the soup that he means.
They'll never take the H out of Pittsburgh -- a great big city with little town Heart.
I'll find a friend and more on Allegheny's shore,
and I'll make me a brand new start.
I'm goin' to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
that great big Iron City town,
Where they have their share of skyscrapers, but their feet are still on the ground.
I've heard that life is good in Pittsburgh, and I'm lookin' to find the best,
And if I have some luck, I'll never drive a truck
movin' back to anything less.
Now I don't know much about spelling,
but I love that Pittsburgher talk.
'Cause if you can't spell Youghiogheny,
you can just call it the "Yough".
And if you don't know Monongahela,
then you can call it the "Mon",
But all the rivers flow into the Ohio,
and like me, keep travelin' on.
I'm goin' to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania --
where the green trees grow all around.
They'll never take the H out of Pittsburgh, So I might think of settlin' down.
I've heard that life is good in Pittsburgh, And I know I'm gonna find the way,
And if I have some luck, I'll never drive a truck
back across the USA.
Don't ever take the "H" out of Pittsburgh, never lose your little town charm.
I know you're a great big city,
but you're not so far from the farm.
I'll find a friend in Pennsylvania,
and I may never go away.
I'll learn some brand new tunes,
and soon be one of 'yunz"
in good old Western PA
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