Capo: 3 Tuning:

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

^AmCome gather 'round friends and I'll ^Gtell you a tale Of when the ^Amred iron-^Gore pits ran a-^Amplenty But the cardboard-filled windows and ^Gold men on the benches Tell you ^Amnow that the ^Gwhole town is ^Amempty

^AmIn the north end of town my own^G children are grown But^Am I was ra^Gised on the ot^Amher In the wee hours of youth my ^Gmother took sick And ^AmI was brought ^Gup by my b^Amrother

^AmAll iron ore poured as the ^Gyears passed the door The^Am drag lines and ^Gshovels they was a-^Amhumming 'Till one day my brother ^Gfailed to come home The ^Amsame as my ^Gfather bef^Amore him

^AmWith, a long winter's wait from the ^Gwindow I watched My ^Amfriends they ^Gcouldn't have been ^Amkinder And my schooling was cut as I ^Gquit in the spring To ^Ammarry John ^GThomas, a ^Amminer

^Amthe years passed again, and the ^Ggiving was good With the ^Amlunch bucket ^Gfilled every ^Amseason What with three babies born, the ^Gwork was cut down To a ^Amhalf a day's ^Gshift with no ^Amreason

^AmThen the shaft was soon shut, and ^Gmore work was cut And the ^Amfire in the ^Gair, it felt ^Amfrozen 'Till a man come to speak, and he s^Gaid in one week That ^Amnumber el^Geven was ^Amclosing

^AmThey say in the East, they are ^Gpaying too high They ^Amsay that your ^Gore ain't worth ^Amdigging That it's much cheaper down in the ^GSouth American towns Where the ^Amminers work ^Galmost for ^Amnothing

^AmSo the mining gates locked, and the ^Gred iron rotted And the ^Amroom smelled ^Gheavy from ^Amdrinking And the sad, silent song made the ^Ghour twice as long As I ^Amwaited for the ^Gsun to go ^Amsinking

^AmI lived by the window as he ^Gtalked to himself This ^Amsilence of ^Gtongues it was ^Ambuilding 'Till one morning's wake, the ^Gbed it was bare And ^AmI was left a^Glone with three ^Amchildren

^AmThe summer is gone, the ^Gground's turning cold The ^Amstores one by ^Gone they're a ^Amfolding My children will go as ^Gsoon as they grow Well, there ^Amain't nothing ^Ghere now to ^Amhold them

Bob Dylan - North country blues