North Country Blues (Album Version)
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๐ ID: 5225088
๐ Lyrics
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron 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
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 an' the shovels they was a-humming
'Till 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 giving 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
'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week
That number eleven was closing
They complained in the East, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where 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 building
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I was left alone with three children
The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
Of when the red iron 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
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 an' the shovels they was a-humming
'Till 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 giving 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
'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week
That number eleven was closing
They complained in the East, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where 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 building
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I was left alone with three children
The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.60] Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
[00:10.00] Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
[00:15.33] But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the benches
[00:21.85] Tell you now that the whole town is empty
[00:29.70] In the north end of town my own children are grown
[00:36.17] But I was raised on the other
[00:42.16] In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
[00:49.00] And I was brought up by my brother
[00:55.46] The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
[01:01.92] The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming
[01:07.06] 'Till one day my brother failed to come home
[01:13.78] The same as my father before him
[01:21.16] Well, a long winter's wait from the window I watched
[01:27.64] My friends they couldn't have been kinder
[01:32.64] And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
[01:39.51] To marry John Thomas, a miner
[01:46.90] Oh, the years passed again, and the giving was good
[01:53.49] With the lunch bucket filled every season
[01:59.61] What with three babies born, the work was cut down
[02:06.06] To a half a day's shift with no reason
[02:13.56] Then the shaft was soon shut, and more work was cut
[02:19.90] And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
[02:26.17] 'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week
[02:32.90] That number eleven was closing
[02:41.29] They complained in the East, they are paying too high
[02:48.09] They say that your ore ain't worth digging
[02:54.28] That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
[03:01.00] Where the miners work almost for nothing
[03:09.63] So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
[03:16.26] And the room smelled heavy from drinking
[03:22.47] Where the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
[03:29.24] As I waited for the sun to go sinking
[03:35.80] I lived by the window as he talked to himself
[03:42.25] This silence of tongues it was building
[03:48.38] 'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
[03:55.38] And I was left alone with three children
[04:01.81] The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
[04:08.28] The stores one by one they're all folding
[04:14.31] My children will go as soon as they grow
[04:21.47] Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
[00:10.00] Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
[00:15.33] But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the benches
[00:21.85] Tell you now that the whole town is empty
[00:29.70] In the north end of town my own children are grown
[00:36.17] But I was raised on the other
[00:42.16] In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
[00:49.00] And I was brought up by my brother
[00:55.46] The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
[01:01.92] The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming
[01:07.06] 'Till one day my brother failed to come home
[01:13.78] The same as my father before him
[01:21.16] Well, a long winter's wait from the window I watched
[01:27.64] My friends they couldn't have been kinder
[01:32.64] And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
[01:39.51] To marry John Thomas, a miner
[01:46.90] Oh, the years passed again, and the giving was good
[01:53.49] With the lunch bucket filled every season
[01:59.61] What with three babies born, the work was cut down
[02:06.06] To a half a day's shift with no reason
[02:13.56] Then the shaft was soon shut, and more work was cut
[02:19.90] And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
[02:26.17] 'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week
[02:32.90] That number eleven was closing
[02:41.29] They complained in the East, they are paying too high
[02:48.09] They say that your ore ain't worth digging
[02:54.28] That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
[03:01.00] Where the miners work almost for nothing
[03:09.63] So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
[03:16.26] And the room smelled heavy from drinking
[03:22.47] Where the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
[03:29.24] As I waited for the sun to go sinking
[03:35.80] I lived by the window as he talked to himself
[03:42.25] This silence of tongues it was building
[03:48.38] 'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
[03:55.38] And I was left alone with three children
[04:01.81] The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
[04:08.28] The stores one by one they're all folding
[04:14.31] My children will go as soon as they grow
[04:21.47] Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them