Workingman's Blues #2 Lyrics
| Song | Workingman's Blues #2 |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Ice Palace St. Petersburg, Russia June 3, 2008 [Bootleg] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dylan | |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| There's an evenin' haze settlin' over the town | |
| Starlight by the edge of the creek | |
| The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down | |
| Money's gettin' shallow and weak | |
| The place I love best is a sweet memory | |
| It's a new path that we trod | |
| They say low wages are a 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 | |
| I'm listenin' to the steel rails 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 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's blues | |
| Now, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul | |
| Tossed by the winds and the seas | |
| I'll drag ‘em all down to hell and I'll stand ‘em at the wall | |
| I'll sell ‘em to their enemies | |
| I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought | |
| Gonna sleep off the rest of the day | |
| Sometimes no one wants what we 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 hear a lover's 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's blues | |
| Well, they burned my barn, they stole my horse | |
| I can't save a dime | |
| I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced | |
| Into a life of continual crime | |
| I can see for myself that the sun is sinking | |
| How I wish you were here to see | |
| Tell 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 will forget | |
| But you I'll remember always | |
| Old memories of you to me have clung | |
| You've wounded me with words | |
| Gonna have to straighten out your tongue | |
| It's all true, everything you have 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 workingman's 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 you another chance | |
| I'm all alone and I'm expecting you | |
| To lead me off in a cheerful dance | |
| Got a brand new suit and a brand new wife | |
| I can live on rice and beans | |
| Some people never worked a day in their life | |
| Don't know what work even means | |
| 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's blues |
| zuo qu : Dylan | |
| zuo ci : Dylan | |
| There' s an evenin' haze settlin' over the town | |
| Starlight by the edge of the creek | |
| The buyin' power of the proletariat' s gone down | |
| Money' s gettin' shallow and weak | |
| The place I love best is a sweet memory | |
| It' s a new path that we trod | |
| They say low wages are a 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 | |
| I' m listenin' to the steel rails 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 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' s blues | |
| Now, I' m sailin' on back, ready for the long haul | |
| Tossed by the winds and the seas | |
| I' ll drag ' em all down to hell and I' ll stand ' em at the wall | |
| I' ll sell ' em to their enemies | |
| I' m tryin' to feed my soul with thought | |
| Gonna sleep off the rest of the day | |
| Sometimes no one wants what we 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 hear a lover' s 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' s blues | |
| Well, they burned my barn, they stole my horse | |
| I can' t save a dime | |
| I got to be careful, I don' t want to be forced | |
| Into a life of continual crime | |
| I can see for myself that the sun is sinking | |
| How I wish you were here to see | |
| Tell 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 will forget | |
| But you I' ll remember always | |
| Old memories of you to me have clung | |
| You' ve wounded me with words | |
| Gonna have to straighten out your tongue | |
| It' s all true, everything you have 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 workingman' s 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 you another chance | |
| I' m all alone and I' m expecting you | |
| To lead me off in a cheerful dance | |
| Got a brand new suit and a brand new wife | |
| I can live on rice and beans | |
| Some people never worked a day in their life | |
| Don' t know what work even means | |
| 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' s blues |
| zuò qǔ : Dylan | |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| There' s an evenin' haze settlin' over the town | |
| Starlight by the edge of the creek | |
| The buyin' power of the proletariat' s gone down | |
| Money' s gettin' shallow and weak | |
| The place I love best is a sweet memory | |
| It' s a new path that we trod | |
| They say low wages are a 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 | |
| I' m listenin' to the steel rails 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 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' s blues | |
| Now, I' m sailin' on back, ready for the long haul | |
| Tossed by the winds and the seas | |
| I' ll drag ' em all down to hell and I' ll stand ' em at the wall | |
| I' ll sell ' em to their enemies | |
| I' m tryin' to feed my soul with thought | |
| Gonna sleep off the rest of the day | |
| Sometimes no one wants what we 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 hear a lover' s 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' s blues | |
| Well, they burned my barn, they stole my horse | |
| I can' t save a dime | |
| I got to be careful, I don' t want to be forced | |
| Into a life of continual crime | |
| I can see for myself that the sun is sinking | |
| How I wish you were here to see | |
| Tell 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 will forget | |
| But you I' ll remember always | |
| Old memories of you to me have clung | |
| You' ve wounded me with words | |
| Gonna have to straighten out your tongue | |
| It' s all true, everything you have 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 workingman' s 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 you another chance | |
| I' m all alone and I' m expecting you | |
| To lead me off in a cheerful dance | |
| Got a brand new suit and a brand new wife | |
| I can live on rice and beans | |
| Some people never worked a day in their life | |
| Don' t know what work even means | |
| 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' s blues |
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