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North Country Blues

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  • Artist：bob dylan
    Songs Title：north country blues

    Come gather round friends
    And Ill tell you a tale

    Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.

    But the cardboard filled windows
    And old men on the benches

    Tell you now that the whole town is empty.

    In the north end of town,
    My own children are grown

    But I was raised on the other.

    In the wee hours of youth,
    My mother took sick

    And I was brought up by my brother.
    The iron ore poured
    As the years passed the door,
    The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming.

    til one day my brother
    Failed to come home
    The same as my father before him.

    Well a long winters wait,
    From the window I watched.

    My friends they couldnt have been kinder.
    And my schooling was cut
    As I quit in the spring

    To marry john thomas, a miner.

    Oh the years passed again
    And the givin was good,

    With the lunch bucket filled every season.
    What with three babies born,
    The work was cut down

    To a half a days shift with no reason.

    Then the shaft was soon shut
    And more work was cut,
    And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.

    til a man come to speak
    And he said in one week

    That number eleven was closin.

    They complained in the east,

    They are paying too high.

    They say that your ore aint worth digging.

    That its much cheaper down
    In the south american towns

    Where the miners work almost for nothing.

    So the mining gates locked
    And the red iron rotted

    And the room smelled heavy from drinking.

    Where the sad, silent song

    Made the hour twice as long

    As I waited for the sun to go sinking.

    I lived by the window
    As he talked to himself,

    This silence of tongues it was building.

    Then one mornings wake,
    The bed it was bare,

    And I was left alone with three children.

    The summer is gone,
    The grounds turning cold,

    The stores one by one theyre a-foldin.

    My children will go

    As soon as they grow.

    Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them.
  • [00:01.00]Artist：bob dylan
    [00:01.82]Songs Title：north country blues
    [00:03.25]
    [00:05.07]Come gather round friends
    [00:07.26]And Ill tell you a tale
    [00:10.56]
    [00:11.31]Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.
    [00:13.49]
    [00:16.60]But the cardboard filled windows
    [00:19.29]And old men on the benches
    [00:21.28]
    [00:22.54]Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
    [00:26.10]
    [00:30.85]In the north end of town,
    [00:32.73]My own children are grown
    [00:35.23]
    [00:37.16]But I was raised on the other.
    [00:42.51]
    [00:43.51]In the wee hours of youth,
    [00:46.26]My mother took sick
    [00:48.93]
    [00:50.85]And I was brought up by my brother.
    [00:57.01]The iron ore poured
    [00:58.88]As the years passed the door,
    [01:03.83]The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming.
    [01:07.21]
    [01:08.33]til one day my brother
    [01:11.90]Failed to come home
    [01:15.29]The same as my father before him.
    [01:19.41]
    [01:22.60]Well a long winters wait,
    [01:25.26]From the window I watched.
    [01:27.94]
    [01:29.95]My friends they couldnt have been kinder.
    [01:34.99]And my schooling was cut
    [01:36.56]As I quit in the spring
    [01:40.06]
    [01:41.62]To marry john thomas, a miner.
    [01:44.37]
    [01:48.79]Oh the years passed again
    [01:50.48]And the givin was good,
    [01:52.23]
    [01:55.31]With the lunch bucket filled every season.
    [02:01.22]What with three babies born,
    [02:03.40]The work was cut down
    [02:06.48]
    [02:07.72]To a half a days shift with no reason.
    [02:10.44]
    [02:15.09]Then the shaft was soon shut
    [02:17.27]And more work was cut,
    [02:21.67]And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
    [02:27.26]
    [02:27.76]til a man come to speak
    [02:30.13]And he said in one week
    [02:31.74]
    [02:34.63]That number eleven was closin.
    [02:36.56]
    [02:42.74]They complained in the east,
    [02:44.68]
    [02:45.31]They are paying too high.
    [02:46.43]
    [02:49.63]They say that your ore aint worth digging.
    [02:51.88]
    [02:55.88]That its much cheaper down
    [02:58.24]In the south american towns
    [03:00.52]
    [03:02.84]Where the miners work almost for nothing.
    [03:04.71]
    [03:11.47]So the mining gates locked
    [03:13.52]And the red iron rotted
    [03:14.71]
    [03:17.78]And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
    [03:21.21]
    [03:24.09]Where the sad, silent song
    [03:25.71]
    [03:26.28]Made the hour twice as long
    [03:27.71]
    [03:31.09]As I waited for the sun to go sinking.
    [03:33.02]
    [03:37.53]I lived by the window
    [03:39.34]As he talked to himself,
    [03:40.34]
    [03:43.97]This silence of tongues it was building.
    [03:45.90]
    [03:49.96]Then one mornings wake,
    [03:52.27]The bed it was bare,
    [03:53.27]
    [03:57.49]And I was left alone with three children.
    [03:59.06]
    [04:03.75]The summer is gone,
    [04:05.19]The grounds turning cold,
    [04:06.25]
    [04:09.88]The stores one by one theyre a-foldin.
    [04:11.88]
    [04:16.13]My children will go
    [04:17.63]
    [04:18.49]As soon as they grow.
    [04:19.63]
    [04:23.63]Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them.

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