Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Bob Dylan - Workingman's blues #2 ------------------------------------------ Thereīs an evening haze settling over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buying power of the proletariatīs gone down Moneyīs getting shallow and weak Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory Itīs 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 While Iīm listening to the steel rails hum Got both eyes tight shut Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from Creeping itīs way into my gut Meet me at the bottom, donīt lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline Sing a little bit of these workingmanīs blues Well, Iīm sailing on back, ready for the long haul Tossed by the winds and the seas Iīll drag them all down to hell and Iīll stand them at the wall Iīll sell them to their enemies Iīm trying to feed my soul with thought Going to sleep off the rest of the day Sometimes no one wants what we got Sometimes you canīt 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 loverīs breath I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall Sleep is like a temporary death Well, they burned my barn, and they stole my horse I canīt save a dime I got to be careful, I donīt 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 Iīll remember always Old memories of you to me have clung Youīve wounded me with your words Gonna have to straighten out your tongue Itīs all true, everything youīve heard 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 Theyīll break your horns and slash you with steel I say it so it must be so Now Iīm down on my luck and Iīm black and blue Gonna give you another chance Iīm all alone and Iīm expecting 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 worked a day in their life Donīt know what work even means.