《North Country Blues》歌词

歌曲： North Country Blues

所属专辑：Tyranny And The Hired Hand

歌手： Frank Tovey

时长： 04:33

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North Country Blues - Bob Dylan[00:00:00]

Come gather round friends[00:00:08]

And Ill tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty [00:00:14]

But the cardboard filled windows[00:00:20]

And old men on the benches[00:00:22]

Tell you now that the whole town is empty [00:00:26]

In the north end of town [00:00:32]

My own children are grown[00:00:34]

But I was raised on the other [00:00:39]

In the wee hours of youth [00:00:45]

My mother took sick[00:00:48]

And I was brought up by my brother [00:00:51]

The iron ore poured As the years passed the door [00:00:57]

The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming til one day my brother[00:01:04]

Failed to come home[00:01:10]

The same as my father before him [00:01:16]

Well a long winters wait [00:01:22]

From the window I watched [00:01:25]

My friends they couldnt have been kinder [00:01:29]

And my schooling was cut[00:01:35]

As I quit in the spring[00:01:37]

To marry john thomas a miner [00:01:41]

Oh the years passed again[00:01:48]

And the givin was good [00:01:50]

With the lunch bucket filled every season [00:01:54]

What with three babies born [00:02:00]

The work was cut down[00:02:03]

To a half a days shift with no reason [00:02:07]

Then the shaft was soon shut[00:02:13]

And more work was cut [00:02:14]

And the fire in the air it felt frozen til a man come to speak[00:02:19]

And he said in one week[00:02:27]

That number eleven was closin [00:02:32]

They complained in the east [00:02:39]

They are paying too high [00:02:43]

They say that your ore aint worth digging [00:02:45]

That its much cheaper down[00:02:51]

In the south american towns[00:02:55]

Where the miners work almost for nothing [00:02:58]

So the mining gates locked[00:03:03]

And the red iron rotted[00:03:06]

And the room smelled heavy from drinking [00:03:10]

Where the sad silent song[00:03:16]

Made the hour twice as long[00:03:22]

As I waited for the sun to go sinking[00:03:25]

I lived by the window[00:03:29]

As he talked to himself [00:03:31]

This silence of tongues it was building [00:03:35]

Then one mornings wake [00:03:41]

The bed it was bare [00:03:44]

The summer is gone [00:03:48]

The grounds turning cold [00:03:55]

The stores one by one theyre a-foldin [00:04:00]

My children will go[00:04:07]

As soon as they grow [00:04:09]

Well there aint nothing here now to hold them [00:04:13]