Key: A minor
Verse 1
F
Am
G
Am
G
Am
Come gather round,
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Am
bits have run plenty
But the cobbled filled windows
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G
Am
Tell you now that the whole town's empty
In the north end of town my
In the wee hours of use,
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Am
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as
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G
The drag lines and shovels
Till one day my brother
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Am
The same as my father before him
Well the long winter's waitin'
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Am
they couldn't have been kinder
spring
To marry
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Am
Thomas, a miner
Oh, the years passed again
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G
With the lunch bucket filled every season
down
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Am
To half a day's shift and no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut
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Am
And the firing air it held frozen
Till a man came to speak and
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That number eleven was
Complained in the
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They say that your ore
That it's much cheaper down the
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South
American towns
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Am
Well, miners work al most for nothing
So the mining gate's locked
rotting
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G
And the room smelled heavy
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Am
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window as
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The silence of tongues it was building
Then one morning's week,
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And I'd slept alone with three children
When summer is gone,
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The stars, one by one, they are folding
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Am
Well, there ain't noth
in' here now to hold
Am
em'
you
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