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NORTH COUNTRY BLUES(Bob Dylan)

Tonalité :  E | F | F# | G | G# | A | A# | B | C | C# | D | D# | E
				
   Am                                G 
 Come gather round friends and I'll tell you a tale
             Am            G           Am 
 Of when the red iron ore pits are run plenty
                                       G 
 But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
          Am            G            Am 
 Tell you now that the whole town is empty


 In the north end of town my own children are grown
 But I was raised on the other
 In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
 And I was brought up by my brother

 The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
 The drag lines and the shovels they was a-humming
 Til one day my brother failed to come home
 The same as my father before him

 Well a long winter's wait from the window I watched
 My friends they couldn't have been kinder
 And my school it was cut as I quit in the spring
 To marry John Thomas a miner

 Oh! the years passed again and the givin' was good
 With the lunch bucket filled every season
 What with three babies born the work was cut down
 To a half a day's shift with no reason

 Then the shaft was soon shut and my work was cut
 And the firing air it felt frozen
 Til a man come to speak and he said in one week
 That number eleven was closin'

 They complained in the east they are paying too high
 They say that your ore ain't worth digging
 That it's much cheaper down in the south american towns
 Where the miners work almost for nothing

 So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
 And the room smelled heavy from drinking
 Where the sad silent song made the hour twice as long
 As I waited for the sun to go sinking

 I lived by the window as he talked to himself
 This silence of tongue it was building
 Then one morning's week the bed it was bare
 And I's left alone with three children

 The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
 The stars one by one they're a foldin'
 My children will go as soon as they grow
 Well there ain't nothing here now to hold them
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