Исполнитель: | Bob Dylan (English) |
Пользователь: | malcolmgeorgewalker |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
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North Country Blues Bob Dylan (Open or Capo1 or 3)
Am Come gather round friends and I'll G tell you a tale
Of when the Am red iron G ore pits run a- Am plenty
But the cardboard filled windows and G old men on the benches
Tell ya Am now that the G whole town is Am empty
Am In the north end of town my own G children are grown
But Am I was raised G up on the Am other
In the wee hours of youth my G mother took sick
And Am I was brought G up by my Am brother
Am The iron ore poured as the G years passed the door
The Am drag lines and G shovels, they was a- Am humming
'Til one day my brother G failed to come home
The Am same as my G father Am before him
Am With a long winters wait from the G window I watched
My Am friends, they G couldn't have been Am kinder
And my school it was cut as I G quit in the spring
To Am marry John G Thomas, a Am miner
Am Well the years passed again and the G giving was good
With the Am lunch buckets G filled every Am season
But with three babies born, the G work was cut down
To Am half a day's G shift, with no Am reason
Am So the shaft was soon shut and G more work it was cut
And the Am fire in the G air, it fell Am frozen
'Til a man come to speak and he G said in one week
That Am number G eleven was Am closing
Am They’d complained in the east that they’re G paying too high
They Am say that your G ore ain't worth Am diggin'
That it's much cheaper down G South American towns
Where the Am miners work G almost for Am nothin'
Am So the minin' gates locked and the G red iron rotted
And the Am room smelled G heavy from Am drinkin'
Where the sad silent song made the G hour twice as long
As I Am waited for the G sun to go Am sinking
Am I lived by the window as he G talked to himself
This Am silence of G tongues, it was Am building
'Til one morning's wake, the G bed it was bare
And Am I was left G alone with three Am children
Am The summer is gone, the G ground's turning cold
The Am stores one by G one they are Am folding
My children will go, just as G soon as they grow
For there Am ain't nothin' G here now to Am hold them