Chords for Bob Dylan - North Country Blues Live 1963 Newport Folk Festival

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_ _ _ _ Come and gather round friends, I'll [C] tell you a tale _ _
Of where the [Ab] red [C] iron orc pits run a [Cm] plenty _ _
Of the cardboard filled windows [C] and old men on the benches
_ _ Tell you now that the whole town [Cm] is empty
_ In _ _ _ _ _ the north, in the town, [Gm] my own [C] children have gone _ _
But I was raised on [Cm] the other, _ _ _ in the wee hours of youth
[Bb] My mother took sick [C] and I was brought up by my [Cm] brother _ _ _
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Oh the iron orc poured [Bb] as the years passed the door
The [Ab] drag lines and [Bb] shovels, they was [Cm] a humming
_ Though one day my brother [Bb] failed to come home
[G] The same as my father [Cm] before him _ _ _
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With a long winter's wait [Bb] from the window I watched
[Cm] My friends, they [C] couldn't have been kinder _
And my skin was cut as [Bb] I quit in the spring _
[Cm] To marry [Bb] John Thomas, a miner
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_ years passed again [Bb] and the giving was good
[Cm] With a lunch bucket filled every _ season
_ But with three babies born, [Bb] the work was cut down
To [Cm] a half a day's shift with no _ reason _
Then _ _ _ _ the shaft was soon shut [Bb] and my work was cut
[Cm] And the fire in the iron fell _ frozen
_ Till a man come to speak and [Bb] he said in one week _
[Cm] That number _ 11 was closing
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say in the east [Bb] they are paying too high
[C] They [Cm] say that your [Bb] ore ain't worth [C] _ [Cm] digging
_ That it's much cheaper down in [Bb] the South American towns
[Cm] But the miners work almost for nothing
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the mining gates locked and [Bb] the red iron rotted
And [Cm] the room smelled heavy from drinking
_ _ And the sad silent song [Bb] made the hour twice as long
[Cm] As I waited for the sun to go sinking _ _ _ _
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I lived by the window [Bb] as he talked to himself
[Cm] The silence of tongues it was _ building _
Till one _ morning's week, [Bb] they bet it was bad
And [Cm] I was left alone with three children _ _
The _ _ _ _ summer is gone, [Bb] the ground's turning cold
[Fm] The stars one by one [Cm] they're folding _ _ _
My children will go [Bb] as soon as they grow
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For there [Cm] ain't nothing [C] here now to hold you _ _
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