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North Country Blues

アーティスト:Bob Dylan  アルバム:The Times They Are A-Changin' 

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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 more work was cut


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