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Official Audio for "North Country Blues" by Bob Dylan Listen to Bob Dylan: https://www.linkfire.com/ Subscribe to the Bob Dylan YouTube channel: https://www.linkfire.com/ Watch more Bob Dylan videos: https://www.linkfire.com/ Follow Bob Dylan: Facebook: https://www.linkfire.com/ Twitter: https://www.linkfire.com/ Instagram: https://www.linkfire.com/ Website: https://www.linkfire.com/ Spotify: https://www.linkfire.com/ YouTube: https://www.linkfire.com/ Lyrics: Come an' gather 'round friends And I'll tell ya' a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran a-plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty In the north end of town My own children are grown Well 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-hummin' 'Til one day my brother Failed to come home The same as my father before him Well a long winter's wait From the winda' I watched My friends they couldn'ta 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 more work was cut And the fire in the 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're payin' too high They say that your ore ain't worth a-diggin' That it's much cheaper down In the South American towns Where the miners work almost for nothin' So the minin' gates locked And the red iron rotted And the room smelled heavy from drinkin' When 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 tongues it was buildin' 'Til one morning's wake The bed it was bare And I's left alone with three children The summer is gone The ground's turning cold The stores one by one they're a-foldin' My children will go As soon they grow Well there ain't nothin' here now to hold them