Bob Dylan - Workingman's Blues #2 (Live) lyrics

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 Gettin' ready for the long haul I'm leaving everythin' behind If I stay here I could lose it all The bandits'll rob me blind I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought I'm gonna sleep off the rest of the day Sometime nobody want what you got Sometime you can't give it away I woke up this morning And I sprung to my feet And I went into town on a whim I saw my father in the street At least I think it was him In the dark I hear a song bird call You know the hills are rugged and steep But I'll sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall If I told you my whole story you'd weep 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, they stole my horse I can't save a dime It's a long way down, I don't want to be forced Into a life of continual crime I can see for myself that the sun is sinkin' Over the deep blue sea Tell me now, am I wrong in thinkin' That you have forgotten me? Now, they worry and they hurry Tthey fuss and they fret They waste your nights and days Them I will forget But you I'll remember always It's a cold black night, and it's midsummer's eve And the stars are spinnin' around I'm still finding it so hard to believe Someone would kick me when I'm down 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 I'll be back home in a month or two When the frost is on the vine I'm gonna punch my spear right straight through Half-ways down his spine Then I'll lift my arms to the star-lit skies And I'll pray the fugitive prayer I'm guessin' tomorrow the sun will rise I hope the final end's been spared Now the battle is over, up in the hills And the mist is settlin' in Look at me with all my spoils What did I ever win? 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 They 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 blues