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Bob Dylan

North Country Blues

  folk  singer-songwriter  classic rock  rock  folk rock
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Come gather `round friendsAnd I`ll tell you a taleOf when the red iron pits ran plenty.But the cardboard filled windowsAnd old men on the benchesTell you now that the whole town is empty.In the north end of town,My own children are grownBut I was raised on the other.In the wee hours of youth,My mother took sickAnd I was brought up by my brother.The iron ore pouredAs the years passed the door,The drag lines an` the shovels they was a-humming.`Til one day my brotherFailed to come homeThe same as my father before him.Well a long winter`s wait,From the window I watched.him.My friends they couldn`t have been kinder.And my schooling was cutAs I quit in the springTo marry John Thomas, a miner.Oh the years passed againAnd the givin` was good,With the lunch bucket filled every season.What with three babies born,The work was cut downTo a half a day`s shift with no reason.Then the shaft was soon shutAnd more work was cut,And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.`Til a man come to speakAnd he said in one weekThat number eleven was closin`.They complained in the East,They are paying too high.They say that your ore ain`t worth digging.That it`s much cheaper downIn the South American townsWhere the miners work almost for nothing.So the mining gates lockedAnd the red iron rottedAnd the room smelled heavy from drinking.Where the sad, silent songMade the hour twice as longAs I waited for the sun to go sinking.I lived by the windowAs he talked to himself,This silence of tongues it was building.Then one morning`s wake,The bed it was bare,And I`s left alone with three children.The summer is gone,The ground`s turning cold,The stores one by one they`re a-foldin`.My children will goAs soon as they grow.Well, there ain`t nothing here now to hold them.

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