Bob Dylan – North Country Blues (Guitar)
Capo 3
Key
-
Versions
(2)
Guitar Tab
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1.0x
Chords
by Daz
This is a great song and very simple,there is a little intro
and the fill at the end of each verse but you should also hit the G note Root
of each G chord on the beat throughout the song and you can also hammer on this
note as well. Don't worry too much about it I'm sure Dylan hardly played it the
same way too often.listen to the song and you should get the idea pretty quick.
Capo 3rd Fret
Intro Am e-------------|-------------|------------| B-----1-1-1---|----1-1------|-----1-1-1--| G-----2-2-2---|----2-2------|-----2-2-2--| D-----2-2-2---|----2-2------|-----2-2-2--| A-0-----------|-------------|-0----------| E-------------|-0-------3---|------------| Fill at the end of each verse played over the Am chord Am e--------------| B--------------| G--------------| D-0h2-0h2------| A---------0--0-| E--------------|
Intro
Am G Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale Am G Am Of when the red iron-ore pits ran a-plenty G But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the benches Am G Am Tell you now that the whole town is empty Am G In the north end of town my own children are grown Am G Am But I was raised on the other G In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick Am G Am And I was brought up by my brother Am G All iron ore poured as the years passed the door Am G Am The drag lines and shovels they was a-humming G 'Till one day my brother failed to come home Am G Am The same as my father before him Am G With, a long winter's wait from the window I watched Am G Am My friends they couldn't have been kinder G And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring Am G Am To marry John Thomas, a miner Am G the years passed again, and the giving was good Am G Am With the lunch bucket filled every season G What with three babies born, the work was cut down Am G Am To a half a day's shift with no reason Am G Then the shaft was soon shut, and more work was cut Am G Am And the fire in the air, it felt frozen G 'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week Am G Am That number eleven was closing Am G They say in the East, they are paying too high Am G Am They say that your ore ain't worth digging G That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns Am G Am Where the miners work almost for nothing Am G So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted Am G Am And the room smelled heavy from drinking G And the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long Am G Am As I waited for the sun to go sinking Am G I lived by the window as he talked to himself Am G Am This silence of tongues it was building G 'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare Am G Am And I was left alone with three children Am G The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold Am G Am The stores one by one they're a folding G My children will go as soon as they grow Am G Am Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them