North Country Blues - Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - October 1963

Come and gather 'round friends, and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty

In the north end of town, my own children have grown
Well, I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth, my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

Oh, the iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines and the shovels they was humming
'Til one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him

'Til a long winter's wait, from the window I watched
My friends, they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the years passed again and the givin' was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason

Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
'Til a man came to speak, and he said in one week
That number 11 was closin'

They say in the East, they are paying too much
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing

So, the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
And 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
This silence of tongues, it was building
'Til one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I's left alone with three children

The summer is gone and the ground's getting cold
The stores one by one they're a-foldin'
My children will go as soon as they grow
For there ain't nothing here now to hold them