[ti:North Country Blues]
[ar:Bob Dylan]
[al:The Complete Album Collection Vol.1]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:01.000] Artist：bob dylan
[00:01.820] Songs Title：north country blues
[00:05.070] Come gather round friends
[00:07.260] And Ill tell you a tale
[00:11.310] Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.
[00:16.600] But the cardboard filled windows
[00:19.290] And old men on the benches
[00:22.540] Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
[00:30.850] In the north end of town,
[00:32.730] My own children are grown
[00:37.160] But I was raised on the other.
[00:43.510] In the wee hours of youth,
[00:46.260] My mother took sick
[00:50.850] And I was brought up by my brother.
[00:57.010] The iron ore poured
[00:58.880] As the years passed the door,
[01:03.830] The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming.
[01:08.330] til one day my brother
[01:11.900] Failed to come home
[01:15.290] The same as my father before him.
[01:22.600] Well a long winters wait,
[01:25.260] From the window I watched.
[01:29.950] My friends they couldnt have been kinder.
[01:34.990] And my schooling was cut
[01:36.560] As I quit in the spring
[01:41.620] To marry john thomas, a miner.
[01:48.790] Oh the years passed again
[01:50.480] And the givin was good,
[01:55.310] With the lunch bucket filled every season.
[02:01.220] What with three babies born,
[02:03.400] The work was cut down
[02:07.720] To a half a days shift with no reason.
[02:15.090] Then the shaft was soon shut
[02:17.270] And more work was cut,
[02:21.670] And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
[02:27.760] til a man come to speak
[02:30.130] And he said in one week
[02:34.630] That number eleven was closin.
[02:42.740] They complained in the east,
[02:45.310] They are paying too high.
[02:49.630] They say that your ore aint worth digging.
[02:55.880] That its much cheaper down
[02:58.240] In the south american towns
[03:02.840] Where the miners work almost for nothing.
[03:11.470] So the mining gates locked
[03:13.520] And the red iron rotted
[03:17.780] And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
[03:24.090] Where the sad, silent song
[03:26.280] Made the hour twice as long
[03:31.090] As I waited for the sun to go sinking.
[03:37.530] I lived by the window
[03:39.340] As he talked to himself,
[03:43.970] This silence of tongues it was building.
[03:49.960] Then one mornings wake,
[03:52.270] The bed it was bare,
[03:57.490] And I was left alone with three children.
[04:03.750] The summer is gone,
[04:05.190] The grounds turning cold,
[04:09.880] The stores one by one theyre a-foldin.
[04:16.130] My children will go
[04:18.490] As soon as they grow.
[04:23.630] Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them.