Bob Dylan - Workingmans blues 2

There's an ^Aevening haze ^Esettlin over town ^F#mstarlight by the edge of the ^D#mcreek The ^Dbuyin power of the Prole^Atariat's gone down ^Bmmoney's gettin shallow and ^Eweek Well the ^Aplace I love best is a ^Esweet memory it's a ^F#mnew path that we trod ^C#m They say ^Dlow wages are reali^Aty if we ^Bmwant to compete abroa^Ed ^AMy cruel weapons have been ^Eput on the shelf come ^F#msit down on my kn^C#mee You are ^Ddearer to me than my^Aself as ^Bmyou yourself can see^E Well I'm ^Alistening to the steel ^Erails hum ^F#mgot both eyes tight s^C#mhut Just ^Dsittin here tryin to keep the ^Ahunger from ^Bmcreepin it's way into my ^Egut

^DMeet me at the bottom don't ^Alag behind ^Bmbring me my boots and ^Eshoes You can ^Dhang back or fight your best ^Aon the front line ^Bmsing a little bit of these ^Eworkingman's bl^Aues