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
.
Bob Dylan, North Country Blues
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
.
Bob Dylan, North Country Blues