Chords for North Country Blues (cover)
Tempo:
127.95 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Bb
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
[Cm]
Come gather round, [Bb] friends, and I'll tell you a tale
Of [Cm] when the red [Bb] iron ore pits [Cm] run a-plenty
But the cardboard [Bb]-filled [Cm] [Bb] windows have a chill
[Cm] now [Gm] that the whole [Cm] town is empty
Ah, in the north end of [Bb] town my own children are grown
[Cm] But [Gm] I was raised on [Cm] the other
the wee hours of [Gm] youth my [Bb] mother took sick
Come gather round, [Bb] friends, and I'll tell you a tale
Of [Cm] when the red [Bb] iron ore pits [Cm] run a-plenty
But the cardboard [Bb]-filled [Cm] [Bb] windows have a chill
[Cm] now [Gm] that the whole [Cm] town is empty
Ah, in the north end of [Bb] town my own children are grown
[Cm] But [Gm] I was raised on [Cm] the other
the wee hours of [Gm] youth my [Bb] mother took sick
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Bb
Gm
Cm
Bb
Gm
Cm
Bb
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_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Come gather round, [Bb] friends, and I'll tell you a _ tale _
_ _ _ Of [Cm] when the red [Bb] iron ore pits [Cm] run a-plenty _ _ _
_ _ But the cardboard [Bb]-filled [Cm] _ [Bb] windows _ _ have a chill
_ _ _ _ Tell you [Cm] now [Gm] that the whole [Cm] town is empty _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ah, in the north end of [Bb] town my own children are grown _ _ _ _
[Cm] But [Gm] I was raised on [Cm] the _ other
_ _ In _ _ the wee hours of [Gm] youth my [Bb] mother took _ sick
_ _ [Cm] And I [Gm] was brought up by [Cm] my brother _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The iron ore poured [Bb] as the years passed the door _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] The drag [Bb] lines and [Cm] shovels they was humming
_ _ _ _ _ Till one day my brother [Bb] failed to come home
_ _ [Cm] The same [Gm] as my father [Cm] before _ him
With _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
a long winter's [Bb] wait from the window I walked
_ _ _ _ [Cm] My [Gm] friends they couldn't [Cm] have been _ _ _ _ kinder
_ My _ _ school it was cut as [Bb] I quit in the spring _
_ _ To [Cm] marry [Bb] John Thomas [Cm] the miner _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, _ the years passed again [Bb] and the giving was done _
_ _ [Cm] With a lunch [Bb]-bucket filled [Cm] every season
Oh, _ _ _ with three babies born [Bb] the work was cut down _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] To half [Bb] a day's shift [Cm] with no _ resale _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the shaft soon shut [Bb] and my work was cut _
_ _ [Cm] And the air, [Bb] fire in the air, it [Cm] filled froze _ out _
_ _ Till a man come to speak [Bb] and he said in one week _ _
_ [Cm] That number [Bb] eleven [Cm] was closing
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ They _ _ _ _ _ _ complain in the [Bb] east they've been too high
_ _ _ [Cm] They say [Bb] that your ore ain't [Cm] worth digging _ _
_ _ That it's much cheaper down in [Bb] the South American town _ _ _ _
_ Where [Cm] the miners [Bb] work almost [Cm] for nothing _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So the mining gates locked [Bb] and the red iron mounted _
_ _ And _ [Cm] the room [Bb] smelled heavy [Cm] from drinking _ _ _
_ When the sad silent song [Bb] made the hour twice as long _ _ _ _
As [Cm] I waited [Bb] for the sun [Cm] to set
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I lived by the window [Bb] as he talked to himself
_ _ _ _ In [Cm] the silence [Bb] of tongues [Cm] it was _ building _ _
_ _ Till _ one morning's wake [Bb] that bed it was _ bare _
_ [Cm] And [Bb] I's left alone [Cm] with three children _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The summer is [Bb] gone the ground's turned cold
_ My _ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] store's one by one [Cm] they're a _ _ _ _ -folding
My children will go [Bb] as soon as they grow old _ _ _
_ [Cm] For there ain't nothing [Bb] here now [Cm] to hold them _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Come gather round, [Bb] friends, and I'll tell you a _ tale _
_ _ _ Of [Cm] when the red [Bb] iron ore pits [Cm] run a-plenty _ _ _
_ _ But the cardboard [Bb]-filled [Cm] _ [Bb] windows _ _ have a chill
_ _ _ _ Tell you [Cm] now [Gm] that the whole [Cm] town is empty _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ah, in the north end of [Bb] town my own children are grown _ _ _ _
[Cm] But [Gm] I was raised on [Cm] the _ other
_ _ In _ _ the wee hours of [Gm] youth my [Bb] mother took _ sick
_ _ [Cm] And I [Gm] was brought up by [Cm] my brother _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The iron ore poured [Bb] as the years passed the door _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] The drag [Bb] lines and [Cm] shovels they was humming
_ _ _ _ _ Till one day my brother [Bb] failed to come home
_ _ [Cm] The same [Gm] as my father [Cm] before _ him
With _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
a long winter's [Bb] wait from the window I walked
_ _ _ _ [Cm] My [Gm] friends they couldn't [Cm] have been _ _ _ _ kinder
_ My _ _ school it was cut as [Bb] I quit in the spring _
_ _ To [Cm] marry [Bb] John Thomas [Cm] the miner _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, _ the years passed again [Bb] and the giving was done _
_ _ [Cm] With a lunch [Bb]-bucket filled [Cm] every season
Oh, _ _ _ with three babies born [Bb] the work was cut down _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] To half [Bb] a day's shift [Cm] with no _ resale _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the shaft soon shut [Bb] and my work was cut _
_ _ [Cm] And the air, [Bb] fire in the air, it [Cm] filled froze _ out _
_ _ Till a man come to speak [Bb] and he said in one week _ _
_ [Cm] That number [Bb] eleven [Cm] was closing
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ They _ _ _ _ _ _ complain in the [Bb] east they've been too high
_ _ _ [Cm] They say [Bb] that your ore ain't [Cm] worth digging _ _
_ _ That it's much cheaper down in [Bb] the South American town _ _ _ _
_ Where [Cm] the miners [Bb] work almost [Cm] for nothing _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So the mining gates locked [Bb] and the red iron mounted _
_ _ And _ [Cm] the room [Bb] smelled heavy [Cm] from drinking _ _ _
_ When the sad silent song [Bb] made the hour twice as long _ _ _ _
As [Cm] I waited [Bb] for the sun [Cm] to set
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I lived by the window [Bb] as he talked to himself
_ _ _ _ In [Cm] the silence [Bb] of tongues [Cm] it was _ building _ _
_ _ Till _ one morning's wake [Bb] that bed it was _ bare _
_ [Cm] And [Bb] I's left alone [Cm] with three children _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The summer is [Bb] gone the ground's turned cold
_ My _ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] store's one by one [Cm] they're a _ _ _ _ -folding
My children will go [Bb] as soon as they grow old _ _ _
_ [Cm] For there ain't nothing [Bb] here now [Cm] to hold them _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
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