North Country Blues
Bob Dylan
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---|
G-----2---2---|-----2-------|-----2---2---|
D-----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


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