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  13 <h1 class="songtitle">North Country Blues</h1>
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  16 <p>Words and music Bob Dylan<br />
  17 Released on <a class="recordlink" href="../03_times/index.htm">The Times They Are A-changin'</a> (1964)<br />
  18 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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  22 <p>Capo 3rd fret (sounding key C minor)</p>
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  24 <p>Intro:</p>
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  33                                                Come...
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  37      Am
  38 Come gather 'round friends
  39          G
  40 And I'll tell you a tale
  41             Am       G              Am
  42 Of when the red iron ore pits ran a-plenty.
  43
  44 But the cardboard filled windows
  45         G
  46 And old men on the benches
  47          Am           G             Am
  48 Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
  49
  50 In the north end of town,
  51 My own children are grown
  52 But I was raised on the other.
  53 In the wee hours of youth,
  54 My mother took sick
  55 And I was brought up by my brother.
  56
  57 The iron ore poured
  58 As the years passed the door,
  59 The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming.
  60 'Til one day my brother
  61 Failed to come home
  62 The same as my father before him.
  63
  64 Well a long winter's wait,
  65 From the window I watched.
  66 My friends they couldn't have been kinder.
  67 And my schooling was cut
  68 As I quit in the spring
  69 To marry John Thomas, a miner.
  70
  71 Oh the years passed again
  72 And the givin' was good,
  73 With the lunch bucket filled every season.
  74 What with three babies born,
  75 The work was cut down
  76 To a half-a-day shift with no reason.
  77
  78 Then the shaft was soon shut
  79 And more work was cut,
  80 And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
  81 'Til a man come to speak
  82 And he said, in one week
  83 That number eleven was closin'.
  84
  85 They complained in the East,
  86 They are paying too high.
  87 They say that your ore ain't worth digging.
  88 That it's much cheaper down
  89 In the South American towns
  90 Where the miners work almost for nothing.
  91
  92 So the mining gates locked
  93 And the red iron rotted
  94 And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
  95 When the sad, silent song
  96 Made the hour twice as long
  97 As I waited for the sun to go sinking.
  98
  99 I lived by the window
 100 As he talked to himself,
 101 This silence of tongues it was building.
 102 Till one morning's wake,
 103 The bed it was bare,
 104 And I's left alone with three children.
 105
 106 The summer is gone,
 107 The ground's turning cold,
 108 The stores one by one they're a-foldin'.
 109 My children will go
 110 As soon as they grow.
 111 Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
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