Chords for Bob Dylan - North Country Blues (Official Audio)
Tempo:
83.1 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Cm
C
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Come and gather round, [Gm] friends, and I'll tell [Bb] you a tale
[C] Of when the red iron off pits were [Cm] unapplenty
But the cotboards filled the windows [Bb] and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole [Cm] town is empty
In the north end of [Bb] town my own children have grown
But [C] I was [Cm] raised on the other
In the wee hours of [Bb] youth my mother took sick
[Cm] And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured [Bb] as the years passed the door
[C] The drag [Bb] lines and the [Cm] shovels it was a-hummin'
Till one day my [Bb] brother Phil could come home
The same as my [Cm] father before him
With a long winter's wait [Bb] from the window I watched
[Cm] My [Bb] friends they couldn't have [Cm] been kinder
And my skillet was cut [Bb] as I quit in the spring
To marry John [Cm] Thomas, a miner
All the years passed [Bb] again and the giving was good
With [Cm] a lunch bucket filled every season
But with three babies [Bb] born the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift [Cm] with no reason
Then the shaft was seen [Bb] shut and my work was cut
[C] And the fire in the air it felt frozen
Till a man come to [Bb] speak and he said in one week
[Cm] That [Bb] number 11 [Cm] was closing
They complained in the [Bb] east they pinned too high
[Cm] They say that your ore ain't worth a-diggin'
That it's much cheaper down [Bb] in the South American towns
Where the [Bb] miners work [Cm] almost for nothing
So the mining gates [Bb] locked and the red iron rotted
And [Cm] the [Bb] room smelled heavy [Cm] from drinkin'
Then the sad silence [Bb] sung me the hour twice as long
[Cm] As I waited for the sun to go sinkin'
I lived by the [Bb] window as he talked to himself
The [Gm] silence of tongues [Cm] it was buildin'
Till one morning's [Bb] week the bed it was bare
And [Cm] [Bb] I's left alone [Cm] with three children
The summer is [Bb] gone the ground's turning cold
[Cm] The stars one by one they're foldin'
My children will [Bb] go as soon as they grow
While there ain't nothing here now to [Cm] hold them
[N]
[C] Of when the red iron off pits were [Cm] unapplenty
But the cotboards filled the windows [Bb] and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole [Cm] town is empty
In the north end of [Bb] town my own children have grown
But [C] I was [Cm] raised on the other
In the wee hours of [Bb] youth my mother took sick
[Cm] And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured [Bb] as the years passed the door
[C] The drag [Bb] lines and the [Cm] shovels it was a-hummin'
Till one day my [Bb] brother Phil could come home
The same as my [Cm] father before him
With a long winter's wait [Bb] from the window I watched
[Cm] My [Bb] friends they couldn't have [Cm] been kinder
And my skillet was cut [Bb] as I quit in the spring
To marry John [Cm] Thomas, a miner
All the years passed [Bb] again and the giving was good
With [Cm] a lunch bucket filled every season
But with three babies [Bb] born the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift [Cm] with no reason
Then the shaft was seen [Bb] shut and my work was cut
[C] And the fire in the air it felt frozen
Till a man come to [Bb] speak and he said in one week
[Cm] That [Bb] number 11 [Cm] was closing
They complained in the [Bb] east they pinned too high
[Cm] They say that your ore ain't worth a-diggin'
That it's much cheaper down [Bb] in the South American towns
Where the [Bb] miners work [Cm] almost for nothing
So the mining gates [Bb] locked and the red iron rotted
And [Cm] the [Bb] room smelled heavy [Cm] from drinkin'
Then the sad silence [Bb] sung me the hour twice as long
[Cm] As I waited for the sun to go sinkin'
I lived by the [Bb] window as he talked to himself
The [Gm] silence of tongues [Cm] it was buildin'
Till one morning's [Bb] week the bed it was bare
And [Cm] [Bb] I's left alone [Cm] with three children
The summer is [Bb] gone the ground's turning cold
[Cm] The stars one by one they're foldin'
My children will [Bb] go as soon as they grow
While there ain't nothing here now to [Cm] hold them
[N]
Key:
Bb
Cm
C
Gm
Bb
Cm
C
Gm
_ _ _ _ _ _
Come and gather round, [Gm] friends, and I'll tell [Bb] you a tale
_ [C] Of when the red iron off pits were [Cm] unapplenty
_ _ But the cotboards filled the windows [Bb] and old men on the benches _
_ Tell you now that the whole [Cm] town is empty
In _ _ _ the north end of [Bb] town my own children have grown
But _ [C] I was [Cm] raised on the other _ _ _
In the wee hours of [Bb] youth my mother took sick
_ _ [Cm] And I was brought up by my brother
The _ _ iron ore poured [Bb] as the years passed the door
_ _ [C] The drag [Bb] lines and the [Cm] shovels it was a-hummin'
_ Till one day my [Bb] brother Phil could come home _
The same as my [Cm] father before him _ _ _ _
With a long winter's wait [Bb] from the window I watched
_ _ [Cm] My [Bb] friends they couldn't have [Cm] been kinder
_ And my skillet was cut [Bb] as I quit in the spring
To _ marry John [Cm] Thomas, a miner
_ _ _ _ All the years passed [Bb] again and the giving was good
With _ [Cm] a lunch bucket filled every season
_ _ But with three babies [Bb] born the work was cut down
_ To a half a day's shift [Cm] with no reason _ _ _ _
Then the shaft was seen [Bb] shut and my work was cut
_ [C] And the fire in the air it felt frozen _ _
Till a man come to [Bb] speak and he said in one week
_ _ [Cm] That [Bb] number 11 [Cm] was closing _ _ _ _
_ _ They complained in the [Bb] east they pinned too high _ _
[Cm] They say that your ore ain't worth a-diggin' _
_ _ That it's much cheaper down [Bb] in the South American towns _
Where the [Bb] miners work [Cm] almost for nothing
So _ _ _ _ the mining gates [Bb] locked and the red iron rotted
And [Cm] the [Bb] room smelled heavy [Cm] from drinkin' _ _ _
Then the sad silence [Bb] sung me the hour twice as long
_ _ [Cm] As I waited for the sun to go sinkin' _ _
I lived by the [Bb] window as he talked to himself
The _ [Gm] silence of tongues [Cm] it was buildin' _ _
Till one morning's [Bb] week the bed it was bare
And _ [Cm] [Bb] I's left alone [Cm] with three children _ _ _
The summer is [Bb] gone the ground's turning cold
_ [Cm] The stars one by one they're foldin' _ _ _
My children will [Bb] go as soon as they grow
_ _ While there ain't nothing here now to [Cm] hold them _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Come and gather round, [Gm] friends, and I'll tell [Bb] you a tale
_ [C] Of when the red iron off pits were [Cm] unapplenty
_ _ But the cotboards filled the windows [Bb] and old men on the benches _
_ Tell you now that the whole [Cm] town is empty
In _ _ _ the north end of [Bb] town my own children have grown
But _ [C] I was [Cm] raised on the other _ _ _
In the wee hours of [Bb] youth my mother took sick
_ _ [Cm] And I was brought up by my brother
The _ _ iron ore poured [Bb] as the years passed the door
_ _ [C] The drag [Bb] lines and the [Cm] shovels it was a-hummin'
_ Till one day my [Bb] brother Phil could come home _
The same as my [Cm] father before him _ _ _ _
With a long winter's wait [Bb] from the window I watched
_ _ [Cm] My [Bb] friends they couldn't have [Cm] been kinder
_ And my skillet was cut [Bb] as I quit in the spring
To _ marry John [Cm] Thomas, a miner
_ _ _ _ All the years passed [Bb] again and the giving was good
With _ [Cm] a lunch bucket filled every season
_ _ But with three babies [Bb] born the work was cut down
_ To a half a day's shift [Cm] with no reason _ _ _ _
Then the shaft was seen [Bb] shut and my work was cut
_ [C] And the fire in the air it felt frozen _ _
Till a man come to [Bb] speak and he said in one week
_ _ [Cm] That [Bb] number 11 [Cm] was closing _ _ _ _
_ _ They complained in the [Bb] east they pinned too high _ _
[Cm] They say that your ore ain't worth a-diggin' _
_ _ That it's much cheaper down [Bb] in the South American towns _
Where the [Bb] miners work [Cm] almost for nothing
So _ _ _ _ the mining gates [Bb] locked and the red iron rotted
And [Cm] the [Bb] room smelled heavy [Cm] from drinkin' _ _ _
Then the sad silence [Bb] sung me the hour twice as long
_ _ [Cm] As I waited for the sun to go sinkin' _ _
I lived by the [Bb] window as he talked to himself
The _ [Gm] silence of tongues [Cm] it was buildin' _ _
Till one morning's [Bb] week the bed it was bare
And _ [Cm] [Bb] I's left alone [Cm] with three children _ _ _
The summer is [Bb] gone the ground's turning cold
_ [Cm] The stars one by one they're foldin' _ _ _
My children will [Bb] go as soon as they grow
_ _ While there ain't nothing here now to [Cm] hold them _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _