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Workingman's Blues #2 - Bob Dylan
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 gettin' 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 a reality

If we want to compete abroad

My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
Come sit down on my knee

are You dearer to me than myself

you As yourself can see

While I'm listening to the steel rails hum

Got both eyes tight shut

Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from

Creeping it's way into my gut

Meet me the at bottom, don't lag behind

Bring me my boots and shoes

can You hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Well, I'm sailin' on back,
ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds and the seas
all I'll drag 'em down to hell
and I'll stand 'em the at wall
I'll sell 'em to their enemies

I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought
Gonna sleep off the rest of the day

Sometimes no one wants we what got
Sometimes you can't give it away

Now the place is ringed with countless foes
Some of them may deaf be 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 lover's 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 your fight best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Well, they burned my barn and they stole my horse
I can't save a dime

I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced
Into a life of continual crime

I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
How I wish you were to here see

Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking
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 will forget
But you I'll remember always

Old memories of you to me have clung
You've wounded 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

can You hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

you, In 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 you another chance

I'm all alone and I'm expecting 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 worked a day in their life
know Don't what work even means

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind

Bring me my boots and shoes

can You hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues