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《North Country Blues》歌词

North Country Blues

[00:00:00] North country blues--bob dyla

[00:00:04] Come gather round friends

[00:00:06] And Ill tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty

[00:00:15] But the cardboard filled windows

[00:00:18] And old men on the benches

[00:00:22] Tell you now that the whole town is empty

[00:00:30] In the north end of town

[00:00:32] My own children are grown

[00:00:36] But I was raised on the other

[00:00:42] In the wee hours of youth

[00:00:45] My mother took sick

[00:00:49] And I was brought up by my brother

[00:00:53] The iron ore poured As the years passed the door

[00:01:02] The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming til one day my brother

[00:01:11] Failed to come home

[00:01:14] The same as my father before him

[00:01:21] Well a long winters wait

[00:01:24] From the window I watched

[00:01:28] My friends they couldnt have been kinder

[00:01:33] And my schooling was cut

[00:01:35] As I quit in the spring

[00:01:40] To marry john thomas a miner

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

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

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

[00:02:01] What with three babies born

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

[00:02:08] To a half a days shift with no reason

[00:02:14] Then the shaft was soon shut

[00:02:16] And more work was cut

[00:02:20] And the fire in the air it felt frozen til a man come to speak

[00:02:29] And he said in one week

[00:02:33] That number eleven was closin

[00:02:42] They complained in the east

[00:02:44] They are paying too high

[00:02:48] They say that your ore aint worth digging

[00:02:55] That its much cheaper down

[00:02:57] In the south american towns

[00:03:02] Where the miners work almost for nothing

[00:03:10] So the mining gates locked

[00:03:12] And the red iron rotted

[00:03:17] And the room smelled heavy from drinking

[00:03:23] Where the sad silent song

[00:03:25] Made the hour twice as long

[00:03:30] As I waited for the sun to go sinking

[00:03:36] I lived by the window

[00:03:38] As he talked to himself

[00:03:43] This silence of tongues it was building

[00:03:46] Then one mornings wake

[00:03:52] The bed it was bare

[00:03:56] The summer is gone

[00:04:05] The grounds turning cold

[00:04:09] The stores one by one theyre a-foldin

[00:04:12] My children will go

[00:04:18] As soon as they grow

[00:04:22] Well there aint nothing here now to hold them

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