[ti:North Country Blues] [ar:Bob Dylan] [al:Bob Dylan-Times They Are A-Cha] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.00]Artist：bob dylan [00:01.81]Songs Title：north country blues [00:05.06]Come gather round friends [00:07.25]And Ill tell you a tale [00:11.30]Of when the red iron pits ran plenty [00:16.60]But the cardboard filled windows [00:19.28]And old men on the benches [00:22.53]Tell you now that the whole town is empty [00:30.85]In the north end of town [00:32.72]My own children are grown [00:37.16]But I was raised on the other [00:43.51]In the wee hours of youth [00:46.25]My mother took sick [00:50.85]And I was brought up by my brother [00:57.01]The iron ore poured [00:58.87]As the years passed the door [01:03.83]The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming [01:08.33]Til one day my brother [01:11.89]Failed to come home [01:15.28]The same as my father before him [01:22.59]Well a long winters wait [01:25.25]From the window I watched [01:29.94]My friends they couldn't have been kinder [01:34.99]And my schooling was cut [01:36.55]As I quit in the spring [01:41.61]To marry john thomas a miner [01:48.79]Oh the years passed again [01:50.47]And the givin was good [01:55.31]With the lunch bucket filled every season [02:01.21]What with three babies born [02:03.40]The work was cut down [02:07.72]To a half a days shift with no reason [02:15.08]Then the shaft was soon shut [02:17.27]And more work was cut [02:21.66]And the fire in the air it felt frozen [02:27.76]Til a man come to speak [02:30.12]And he said in one week [02:34.62]That number eleven was closin [02:42.74]They complained in the east [02:45.31]They are paying too high [02:49.62]They say that your ore ain't worth digging [02:55.87]That its much cheaper down [02:58.24]In the south american towns [03:02.83]Where the miners work almost for nothing [03:11.46]So the mining gates locked [03:13.52]And the red iron rotted [03:17.77]And the room smelled heavy from drinking [03:24.08]Where the sad silent song [03:26.27]Made the hour twice as long [03:31.08]As I waited for the sun to go sinking [03:37.52]I lived by the window [03:39.33]As he talked to himself [03:43.96]This silence of tongues it was building [03:49.96]Then one mornings wake [03:52.27]The bed it was bare [03:57.49]And is left alone with three children [04:03.74]The summer is gone [04:05.19]The grounds turning cold [04:09.87]The stores one by one theyre a-foldin [04:16.12]My children will go [04:18.49]As soon as they grow [04:23.63]Well there ain't nothing here now to hold them