Modern Times

Title: Workingman's Blues #2
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: Modern Times (Track #6)
Duration: 06:07
Label: Sony Music Entertainment

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