Capo_third_fret_(Cm_and_Bb)
[Simplified_Intro]
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[Verse]
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Come_and_gather_round_friends_and_Ill_tell_you_a_tale
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Of_when_the_red_iron_ore_pits_run_a-plenty
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But_the_cardboard_filled_windows_and_old_men_on_the_benches
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Tell_ya_now_that_the_whole_town_is_empty
In_the_north_end_of_town_my_own_children_are_grown
But_I_was_raised_on_the_other
In_the_wee_hours_of_youth_my_mother_took_sick
And_I_was_brought_up_by_my_brother
The_iron_ore_poured_as_the_years_passed_the_door
The_drag_lines_and_shovels,_they_was_hummin
Til_one_day_my_brother_failed_to_come_home
The_same_as_my_father_before_him
With_a_long_winters_wait_from_the_window_I_watched
My_friends,_they_couldnt_have_been_kinder
And_my_school_it_was_cut_as_I_quit_in_the_spring
To_marry_John_Thomas,_a_miner
Oh_the_years_passed_again_and_the_giving_was_good
With_a_lunch_bucket_filled_every_season
But_with_three_babies_born,_the_work_was_cut_down
To_half_a_days_shift_with_no_reason
An_the_shaft_was_soon_shut_and_my_work_was_cut
And_the_fire_in_the_air,_it_felt_frozen
Til_a_man_come_to_speak_and_he_said_in_one_week
That_number_eleven_was_closing
They_complain_in_the_east_they_payin_to_high
They_say_that_your_ore_aint_worth_diggin
That_its_much_cheaper_down_in_the_South_American_towns
Where_the_miners_work_almost_for_nothin
So_the_minin_gates_locked_and_the_red_iron_rotted
And_the_room_smelled_heavy_from_drinkin
When_the_sad_silent_song_made_the_hour_twice_as_long
As_I_waited_for_the_sun_to_go_sinking
I_lived_by_the_window_as_he_talked_to_himself
The_silence_of_tongues,_it_was_building
Til_one_mornings_wake,_the_bed_it_was_bare
And_Is_left_alone_with_three_children
The_summer_is_gone,_the_grounds_turning_cold
The_stores_one_by_one_they_are_folding
My_children_will_go_as_soon_as_they_grow
For_there_aint_nothin_here_now_to_hold_them
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