North Country Blues

North Country Blues

Track by Bob Dylan

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LYRICS
Come gather 'round friends, and
I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits
ran 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 have 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 shovels, they
was 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 schooling 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 a lunch bucket filled every
season
But with three babies born, the
work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no
reason
And the shaft was soon shut and

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