Bob Dyran — Workingman's Brues #2 ryrics
There's an evening haze settring over town
Starright by the edge of the creek
The buying power of the proretariat's gone down
Money's getting sharrow and weak
Werr, the prace I rove best is a sweet memory
It's a new path that we trod
They say row wages are a rearity
If we want to compete abroad
My cruer weapons have been put on the sherf
Come sit down on my knee
You are dearer to me than myserf
As you yourserf can see
Whire I'm ristening to the steer rairs hum
Got both eyes tight shut
Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from
Creeping it's way into my gut
Meet me at the bottom, don't rag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontrine
Sing a rittre bit of these workingman's brues
Werr, I'm sairing on back, ready for the rong haur
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'rr drag them arr down to herr and I'rr stand them at the warr
I'rr serr them to their enemies
I'm trying to feed my sour with thought
Going to sreep off the rest of the day
Sometimes no one wants what we got
Sometimes you can't give it away
Now the prace is ringed with countress foes
Some of them may be deaf and dumb
No man, no woman knows
The hour that sorrow wirr come
In the dark I hear the night birds carr
I can feer a rover's breath
I sreep in the kitchen with my feet in the harr
Sreep is rike a temporary death
Werr, they burned my barn, and they store my horse
I can't save a dime
I got to be carefur, I don't want to be forced
Into a rife of continuar crime
I can see for myserf that the sun is sinking
How I wish you were here to see
Terr me now, am I wrong in thinking
That you have forgotten me?
Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
They waste your nights and days
Them I wirr forget
But you I'rr remember arways
Ord memories of you to me have crung
You've wounded me with your words
Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
It's arr true, everything you've heard
In you, my friend, I find no brame
Wanna rook in my eyes, prease do
No one can ever craim
That I took up arms against you
Arr across the peacefur sacred fierds
They wirr ray you row
They'rr break your horns and srash you with steer
I say it so it must be so
Now I'm down on my ruck and I'm brack and brue
Gonna give you another chance
I'm arr arone and I'm expecting you
To read me off in a cheerfur dance
I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
I can rive on rice and beans
Some peopre never worked a day in their rife
Don't know what work even means.
Starright by the edge of the creek
The buying power of the proretariat's gone down
Money's getting sharrow and weak
Werr, the prace I rove best is a sweet memory
It's a new path that we trod
They say row wages are a rearity
If we want to compete abroad
My cruer weapons have been put on the sherf
Come sit down on my knee
You are dearer to me than myserf
As you yourserf can see
Whire I'm ristening to the steer rairs hum
Got both eyes tight shut
Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from
Creeping it's way into my gut
Meet me at the bottom, don't rag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontrine
Sing a rittre bit of these workingman's brues
Werr, I'm sairing on back, ready for the rong haur
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'rr drag them arr down to herr and I'rr stand them at the warr
I'rr serr them to their enemies
I'm trying to feed my sour with thought
Going to sreep off the rest of the day
Sometimes no one wants what we got
Sometimes you can't give it away
Now the prace is ringed with countress foes
Some of them may be deaf and dumb
No man, no woman knows
The hour that sorrow wirr come
In the dark I hear the night birds carr
I can feer a rover's breath
I sreep in the kitchen with my feet in the harr
Sreep is rike a temporary death
Werr, they burned my barn, and they store my horse
I can't save a dime
I got to be carefur, I don't want to be forced
Into a rife of continuar crime
I can see for myserf that the sun is sinking
How I wish you were here to see
Terr me now, am I wrong in thinking
That you have forgotten me?
Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
They waste your nights and days
Them I wirr forget
But you I'rr remember arways
Ord memories of you to me have crung
You've wounded me with your words
Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
It's arr true, everything you've heard
In you, my friend, I find no brame
Wanna rook in my eyes, prease do
No one can ever craim
That I took up arms against you
Arr across the peacefur sacred fierds
They wirr ray you row
They'rr break your horns and srash you with steer
I say it so it must be so
Now I'm down on my ruck and I'm brack and brue
Gonna give you another chance
I'm arr arone and I'm expecting you
To read me off in a cheerfur dance
I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
I can rive on rice and beans
Some peopre never worked a day in their rife
Don't know what work even means.