There's an evening haze settling over town
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Starlight by the edge of the creek
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The buying power of the proletariat's gone down
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Money's getting shallow and weak
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Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory
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It's a new path that we trod
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They say low wages are a reality
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If we want to compete abroad
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My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
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Come sit down on my knee
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You are dearer to me than myself
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As you yourself can see
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While I'm listening to the steel rails hum
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Got both eyes tight shut
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Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from
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Creeping it's way into my gut
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Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
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Bring me my boots and shoes
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You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline
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Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
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Well, I'm sailing on back, ready for the long haul
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Tossed by the winds and the seas
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I'll drag them all down to hell and I'll stand them at the wall
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I'll sell them to their enemies
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I'm trying to feed my soul with thought
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Going to sleep off the rest of the day
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Sometimes no one wants what we got
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Sometimes you can't give it away
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Now the place is ringed with countless foes
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Some of them may be deaf and dumb
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No man, no woman knows
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The hour that sorrow will come
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In the dark I hear the night birds call
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I can feel a lover's breath
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I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall
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Sleep is like a temporary death
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Well, they burned my barn, and they stole my horse
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I can't save a dime
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I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced
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Into a life of continual crime
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I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
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How I wish you were here to see
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Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking
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That you have forgotten me?
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Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
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They waste your nights and days
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Them I will forget
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But you I'll remember always
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Old memories of you to me have clung
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You've wounded me with your words
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Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
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It's all true, everything you've heard
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In you, my friend, I find no blame
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Wanna look in my eyes, please do
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No one can ever claim
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That I took up arms against you
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All across the peaceful sacred fields
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They will lay you low
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They'll break your horns and slash you with steel
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I say it so it must be so
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Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue
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Gonna give you another chance
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I'm all alone and I'm expecting you
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To lead me off in a cheerful dance
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I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
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I can live on rice and beans
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Some people never worked a day in their life
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Don't know what work even means.
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Workingman's Blues #2
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Bob Dylan |