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Bob Dylan
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Working man's Blues #2
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 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 hum Got both eyes tight shut Just sittin' here tryin' to keep the hunger from Creepin' it's 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 working man's blues
Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul Tossed by the winds and the seas I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the 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 what we 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 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 fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these working man's blues
Well, they burned my barn and they stole my horse 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I can't save a dime I got to be careful, I don't wanna 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 thinking That you have forgotten me?
Now they worry and they hurry, and they fuss, and they fret They waste your nights and days But 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 You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these working man's 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 you another chance I'm all alone, 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 Don't know what work even means
But 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's blues
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