Исполнитель: | Joan Baez (English) |
Пользователь: | Kristina Fabian |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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Come gather round, friends, and I'll tell you a tale
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Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
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But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
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Tell ya now that the whole town is empty
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In the north end of town my own children are grown
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But I was raised up on the other
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In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
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And I was brought up by my brother
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The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
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The drag lines and shovels, they was a-hummin'
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'Til one day my brother failed to come home
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The same as my father before him
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With a long winters wait from the window I watched
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My friends, they couldn't have been kinder
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And my school it was cut as I quit in the spring
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To marry John Thomas, a miner
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Oh the years passed again and the giving was good
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With the lunch buckets filled every season
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But with three babies born, the work was cut down
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To half a day's shift with no reason
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An' the shaft was soon shut and my work it was cut
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And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
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'Til a man came to speak and he said in one week
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That number eleven was closing
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They complain in the east they payin' to high
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They say that your ore ain't worth diggin'
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That it's much cheaper down some South American town
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Where the miners work almost for nothin'
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So the minin' gates locked and the red iron rotted
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And the room smelled heavy from drinkin'
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When the sad silent song made the hour twice as long
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As I waited for the sun to go sinking
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I lived by the window as he talked to himself
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The silence of tongues, it was building
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'Til one morning's wake, his bed it was bare
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And I's left alone with three children
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The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
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The stores one by one they are folding
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My children will go as soon as they're grown
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For there ain't nothin' here now to hold them