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"Our Tahn"


Around hills valleys and peaks

Tunnels, bridges and one ways

You'll find the most livable city

Wouldn't you say?

With the Steelers, Penguins and Pirates 

An Imp and an Iron to start the day

Terrible towles all the way

Polish Hill, Millvale 

Oakmonnt and Penn Hills

These are the places

That we live

South Side, Oakland

North Shore and West End

These are the places we remember

These are the places we pretend 

Vets Bridge, 28 and 279

Grant, Carson and the Parkway

WDVE stuck in traffic

Joe Grecshecky leads the way

Blue collar no 

White collar no

We all bleed black and gold

4th and goal is all we know

7am at the job site

Dry wall, mortor brick in hand

Water, hard work, dirt and sand

Look around

it only takes five minuets

For all the bolts, nuts, screws and rivets 

To understand that 

Those who died 

And worked in it, Braddock, Duquense 

And the Hill District 

They didn't strive for nothing

They forged iron, steel, glass and beer

They made their mark here

We are the greatest 

The city that never stops

we drink, party and retire

Then make friends with the cops

I've been many places

And walked foreign streets

From Amsterdam to New York City 

But for my money you can't beat

A trek throug The Strip 

On a Sunday Afternoon 

Primantis and Red Devil Sauce 

Always gone to soon

We are a city, town and nation

Forged and molded in flame

Our people built the world

Can you guess our name?

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