[Intro] Yeah… This one’s for the place that made me. ⸻ [Verse 1] Grew up in Wompum, Pennsylvania mud, South of New Castle, north of Pittsburgh blood. Ellwood to the east, Youngstown westbound down, Little patch of earth where we ran this town. Seventies bikes, no helmets, no fear, Eighties nights yellin’ freedom in our ears. Ball field dirt on our worn-out jeans, Talkin’ big dreams by the railroad seams. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Tracks cut through the park, both sides of town, Steel wheels hummin’ when the sun went down. Mama said, “boy, don’t cross that line,” But small-town hearts beat hard sometimes. ⸻ [Chorus] Yeah, we were wild, yeah, we were young, Jumpin’ trains when the whistle sung. New Jesse James with reckless plans, Cement-town souls, dirty hands. From Victory Café to the Paramount lights, We learned who we were on them Friday nights. It wasn’t perfect, but damn it was true, That was Wompum, me and you. ⸻ [Verse 2] Leonetti’s candy, sugar in our veins, Izely’s cones meltin’ summer pain. Cold hands drippin’ worries away, Life felt simple back in those days. Wompum Gym where we played all night, Across from the school still standin’ tight. Main Street stories carved in stone, Every cracked sidewalk felt like home. ⸻ [Chorus] We were young, we were wild, couldn’t tell us nothin’, Jumpin’ trains like the past meant somethin’. New Jesse James with a pocket of dreams, Small-town rebels ridin’ rusted rails and schemes. Yeah, we stole some time, yeah, we crossed some lines, But Wompum raised us tough and kind. Those rails still run through who I am, I’ll always be a Wompum man. ⸻ [Rap Verse] Yeah— Appleway nights, Water Street breeze, Kay Street laughter carryin’ memories. Post office steps on Beaver Street, Legion hall echoes history. Methodist bells, Presbyterian doors, Chapel on Clyde heard our prayers before. Stop & Shop change in a young man’s hand, Station on Main where the old trains sang. ⸻ [Verse 3] Hung at the ball field till the lights went black, Talked ‘bout life layin’ flat on our backs. Victory Café pourin’ beer and truth, Paramount nights, loud laughs of youth. Morini’s Market fed everyone, From break of dawn ‘til the day was done. Cement town lessons, hard and fair, That little place still follows me everywhere. ⸻ [Bridge] Yeah, we crossed some lines, yeah, we learned the cost, Every wild mile, every battle lost. Time keeps rollin’ like a midnight train, But Wompum’s inked in my blood and veins. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Yeah, we were wild, yeah, we were young, Chasin’ ghosts ‘til the day was done. From rusted rails to barroom songs, That little town made me strong. I’ve been gone, but I still stand On the roots of a blue-collar land. No matter where this road may run, Wompum lives in what I’ve done. ⸻ [Outro] Yeah… those tracks still run through my veins, Wompum, PA… forever remains.
