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Bob Dylan - Workingman`s Blues # 2 Bob Dylan - Workingman`s Blues # 2 |
*** Autor textu: Bob Dylan © 2006 Special Rider Music *** Autor hudby: Bob Dylan © 2006 Special Rider Music | There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town
Starlight by the edge of the creek
The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
Money's getting shallow and weak.
Well the place I love best is a sweet memory
It's a new path that we trod
They say low wages are reality
If we want to compete abroad.
My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
Come sit down on my knee
You are dearer to me than myself
As you yourself can see.
While I'm listenin' to the steel rails a'hum
Got both eyes tight shut
Just sittin' here trying to keep the hunger from
Creeping its way into my gut.
Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman blues.
Well I'm sailin' on back ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds an' the seas
I'll drag'm all down to hell and I'll stand'm at the wall
I'll sell'm to their enemies.
I'm a-tryin' to feed my soul with thought
Gonna sleep off the rest of the day
Sometimes no one wants what you got
Sometimes you can't give it away.
Now the place is ringed with countless foes
Some of them may be deaf and dumb
No man, no woman knows
The hour that sorrow will come.
In the dark I hear the night birds call
I can feel a lovers breath
I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall
Sleep is like a temporary death.
Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman blues.
Well they burned my barn and they stole my horse
I can't save a dime
I gotta be careful I don't want to be forced
Into a life of continual crime.
I can see for myself that the sun is sinkin'
How I wish you were here to see
Tell me now am I wrong in thinkin'
That you have forgotten me.
Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
They waste your nights and days
Them I won't forget
But you I'll remember always.
Old memories of you to me have clung
You're holdin' me with your words
Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
It's all true, everything you've heard.
Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these working man blues.
In you my friend I find no blame
Wanna look in my eyes please do
No one can ever claim
That I took up arms against you.
All across the peaceful sacred fields
They will lay you low
They'll break your horns and slash you with steel
I say it so, it must be so.
Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue
Gonna give ya another chance
I'm all alone, I'm expectin' you
To lead me off in a cheerful dance.
I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
I can live on rice and beans
Some people never work a day in their life
Don't know what work even means.
Well meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these working man blues.
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