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North Country Blues by Bob Dylan - Guitar Chords

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            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------|-----1-1-1--|
G-----2-2-2---|----2-2------|-----2-2-2--|
D-----2-2-2---|----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


Am                          G
I lived by the window as he talked to himself
     Am         G              Am
This silence of tongues it was building
                              G
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
    Am          G               Am
And I was left alone with three children


Am                      G                    
The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
    Am            G             Am 
The stores one by one they're a folding
                       G            
My children will go as soon as they grow
            Am            G           Am
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
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