Bob Dylan - Workingman's Blues #2 (Official Audio)
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- "Workingman's Blues #2" by Bob Dylan
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Lyrics:
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
#BobDylan #WorkingmansBlues2 #OfficialAudio 
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Reminds me of my dad, a certified builder and carpenter all his life. He's lived in the same single-wide trailer for the last 20 years. I remember when I was just out of college I lived with him for a few months. I was a night owl, burning the oil until 3 to 4 a.m. every night. He'd get up to go to build a new subdivision at about 3:30, making coffee in a battered percolator that was probably older than me. He'd always ask me if I wanted coffee. I'd always refuse because I was finally about to go to sleep. Another memory from around the same time: waiting for him in his truck to pay for gas in a small Kentucky town at about 9 p.m. He had the radio tuned to the kind of local country station that plays old songs you don't hear on the mainstream stations anymore. That's when I first heard "The Year that Clayton Delaney Died." I asked him about it when he got back in the truck. He told me all about Tom T. Hall. I learned a lot about life from those little moments. I love you, Dad.
Memories are worth more than gold
@@fionabennett7814 Yes, more than we know. I'm realizing that now that I've lost Dad. He passed away quietly after a brief illness back in January. He was 73.
No one can make you cry like bob
Amazing lyrics from the finest songwriter of all time....
If God was a songwriter, Dylan would be his teacher 😊
Best songwriter after king David his ancestor. I guess it's all in the family. I presume you know Dylan is a discipel from The King Himself?
I do believe God would agree 🌹🎶🎩🎶🕊❤
I do believe God would agree 🌹🎶🎩🎶🕊❤
If only there was 200 more verses, another favourite, along with 25 others sharing the top spot. Outstanding
Apparently, Dylan asked Merle Haggard whether he could bounce off Merle's "Workingman's Blues" title, and Merle said "That's fine if I can make a song called Blowing in the Wind II."
Great!
There’s an evening’s haze settling over the town
Starlight by the edge of the creek
The buying power of the proletariat’s gone down
Money’s getting 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 been laid back on the shelf
Come and sit down on my knee
You are dearer to me than myself
As you yourself can see
I’m listening to the steel rails hum
Got both eyes tight shut
I’m just trying to keep the hunger from
Creepin’ 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’s blues
I’m sailing on back getting ready for the long haul
Leaving everything behind
If I stay here I’ll lose it all
The bandits will rob me blind
I’m trying to feed my soul with thought
Gonna sleep off the rest of the day
Sometimes nobody wants what you got
Sometimes you can’t give it away
I woke up this morning and sprang to my feet
Went into town on a whim
I saw my father there in the street
At least I think it was him
In the dark I hear the night birds call
The hills are rugged and steep
I 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’s blues
They burned my barn and they stole my horse
I can’t save a dime
It’s a long way down and I don’t want to be forced
Into a life of continual crime
I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
O’er the banks of the deep blue sea
Tell me, 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
You, I’ll remember always
It’s a cold black night and it’s midsummer’s eve
And the stars are spinning around
I still find it so hard to believe
That 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’s blues
I’ll be back home in a month or two
When the frost is on the vine
I’ll punch my spear right straight through
Half-ways down your spine
I’ll lift up my arms to the starry skies
And pray the fugitive’s prayer
I’m guessing tomorrow the sun will rise
I hope the final judgment’s fair
The battle is over up in the hills
And the mist is closing in
Look at me, with all of my spoils
What did I ever win?
Gotta brand new suit and a brand new wife
I can live on rice and beans
Some people never worked 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’s blues
That song is a noble salute to the ragged remains and the memory of what this land once was.
Well, what the hell do you expect when "The GREATEST GENERATION" was already taken? How the fuck do you expect anybody to live up to that??
Such a poetic comment!❤
Union Sundown, also.
I take it you're hanging back so cut out the self-pity and make it great again😂😂😂😂 rise to the challenge ...get it???!😊😂😂😂😂😂
@@openeverydoor: Appreciate your enthusiasm. But good works of literature often use sadness as much as it uses other emotions. Looking back at a glorious past and feeling sad about the present - it is not self pity. It is a reminder that we were great once and we can be great once again.
But I agree with you - it is upto us to embark on that journey towards greatness.
"Some peeps don't work a day in their lives, don't even know what works is."
Happy 83 BoB, rock on my friend
This dude just vibing, but also discerning the disfavours towards America's working class within the first few lines
Lyrics:
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
Where 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 knees
You are dearer to me than myself
As you yourself can see
While I'm listenin' to the steel rails hum
Got both eyes tight shut
Just sitting here tryin' 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's blues
Well, 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've 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 and 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 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, I'm 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
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 workingman's blues
Thank you
Genius
Utterly captivating this song. Performed poetry indeed. It would still be up there with the top five best poems in English without the music. Alongside The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Songs of Innocence and Experience, ……. Maybe Lake Isle of Innisfree…… X
Thanks for posting the lyrics
What a wonderful song. His creativity has never waned over the years and he has always been a few steps ahead of the rest.
That voice and all his characters speak to my soul every-time. In some alternate time and space … where fame doesn’t figure.
He's been leading the way all through my life and continues to do so.
Glory be.
One of my favourite Dylan songs
Been a Dylan fan since Freewheelin. Just gets better and better.
Only Bob Dylan could make a political statement sound like a love song. I was able to play this to my dad before he died. He lived in the generation of "crooner's' - Sinatra and Perry Como. So I grew up in the depression where work was hard and food and sometimes scares. His eventual career (after working in the steel mills where my uncles worked until the day they died) was selling an intangible - insurance. They did well probably better than my uncle's. But if you were to ask him until the day he died what would you have wanted to do dad? He would say I wanted to work on the railroad
what did he think of the song?
You never want his songs to end!
Ditto.
Bobby said something similar about late Gordon Lightfoot.
Could be my favorite song of his...everything about it is magnificent 👌 ✨
Bob, thank You for all the songs fired into the tuboverse...You make us cry, smile, contemplate, dance, feel like very few or near to none artists can. Thank You for the worlds you created for us all...on my own I would never stumble upon anything like it. Thank You and I wish You all the best!!!
Couldn't say it better myself. We all need to go see him this year. Time is getting short. The breaks my heart just to think about it.
Sometimes no one wants what you got,
Sometimes you can't give it away.
Thanks DearDylan for this Beauty..
.. Come sit down on my knee..
Recreating so clearly what the situation of a workingman’s Life often is.. Lovely voice❣️
Grand Singing and Lyrics..
Hey Bob-Love this song -I think Woody would have really enjoyed it-but of course he would still like “Song to Woody” best! Bought your first record when I was in high school then got distracted for decades. Praise be to the internet, which brought me back to your music. I have been tracing your musical journey chronologically over the past few years, and wish I had done so all along. Finally saw you in person in LA last year and am filling in some gaps listening to Modern Times and other albums. Am so grateful that your imperfect life has led to so many perfect songs. They have created smiles, determination, contemplation, tears, hope, wisdom, courage, loving feelings, and a sense of connection. Bless you and Happy Passover!
Sherrie
I get chills listening to dylan. I love you.
Wow. Bob’s voice here is just beautiful. Much richer than say, for Tempest (the song) which I was listening to yesterday. Fine wine etc.
How is it possible? Sounds even better in 2022 than ever
What a beautiful song!!! Only Bob Dylan to memorize a lyrics with 20 stanzas!!! My God....😄
No words need be spoken bobs just said it all again again and again thank you Bob💖
@@jeanwood616 Yes, Jean... I agree with you, but we like to show him our admiration...💖
Why do I love this song so much! 🙏
because you have good taste
Total New for me. It sounds as of I knew it for years. His voice is goed hete. Love it
Workingman's Blues....another great Bob Dylan song which was new to me.
Larry Davies
One of The Best Songs I Have Heard !
Man no one is better than Bob! Love forever
Jackson BROWNE comes close to Mister Dylan ‼
I will never forget you alice❤
Love this. For anyone who’s worked a hard day.
BOB DYLAN!
Buuuuuuf....masterpiece....another one from uncle Bob 🥰. When philosophy finds the correct words and music 🤷🏽♂️
many voices. it's hard to pick but this voice fits so well
Such a beautiful song and so underrated
You've wounded me with words
So beautiful
Hello Dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
Brilliant songwriter.
Best song of the century! I could listen 🎶 TO this song night 🌙 and day!, Love you Bobby 😍 💗 💓
So happy I’ve seen Bob live 14 times. Last time in Philly where I tried to sneak backstage and there were like 4 other people trying to do it too. Lol.
So did you make it backstage?! 😂😁😂
Bob, I thank you for everything 🤩👍🙏🌿
One of his very best!!!
Meet me in the bottom,
don't lag behind,
i don't have no shoes,
i worked hard,
i payed tax,
rich man has the money,
i still got workin man blues...
Bob como sempre genial…
As fine a song as he's ever sung.
Thank you Bob. What a great song for a child who has grown up in the shadow of the Bayer chimneys
"They burned my bars and stole my wh*res" Best Gangsta Rap line
Top ten
Exquisitely beautiful song. Zimmy can carry quite the tune when he wants to. I love 'im to pieces!
What an album this is and such a lovely track
This song reverberates within the soul the way Bob sings these amazing lyrics! 💙
“No man no woman knows the hour that sorrow comes”
“No they worry and they fuss and fight they waste your nights and days”
“In you my friend I find no blame if you wanna look in my eyes please do”
What a great track, I love it.
OH G Yer and Yer Absolutely Love
This Version It’s So Wonderful
🧡🧡🌸🌸🌸🌸🧡🧡
Always love Bob Dylan.❤ Thank you!
Great song 👌👌😎
Always timely!
Exquisite.
Straordinaria!
Beautiful ☮️❤️🎼
just beautiful...
Awesome track
OMG so gooooooood!❤
Love this song
Love always 😘
my favorite song xo
I love you Bob
Lovable e emotive song ❤️❤️❤️❤️
I like listening
One thing I’ve always appreciated about Bob is his ability to keep his pulse on the pulse of the average blue-collar man, woman, and intersex people. And wow, around 95% of us in America, many who have been working for around $10 an hour for the last 20 years, really were screwed in this One World orderless unsupervised capitalism. Nothing wrong with capitalism as long it is not governed by the “greed is good” culture. And the doctors and lawyers who give drugs and laws that imprison us working people - well remember this, what preceded king David arising on the earth? Well look in the book of Judges, the doctors, lawyers and judges failed the democracy, the people of the way. The Lord then destroyed them with the arising of the king, sound familiar? Thanks for the reminder BOB and have a good day brother, like the smiling face on the Chinese takeout food we used to order when on tour! Luke
If you look my original comment my family worked in coal mines limestone mines and steel mills and as I said to my grandson not everyone wears a suit and tie up to work. As a matter of fact this country wasn't built on suits and thighs it was built on the backs of people who worked. Take care Paul
La letra me tira al suelo y la voz me mantiene vivo
Mich auch... make keeps me going...
Beautiful song. Take care.
Bien dicho Jorge...
@@mitsuo233 Un abrazo, José
❤️ This was the one from Modern Times, with another
Thunder on the Mountain (Is that right?)
Thank you,all the same.
Keep on the frontline, is the message I received as an entertainer ✔️
🤗In very fine voice here
The place I love the best is a sweet memory, it's a new path that we trod. Do you remember Montserrat?
Every so often get a strong urge to listen to this song, how can I say anything abut him that hasnt been said.
I like your found peace. Peace is silent and it mind and your.
that violin at the end
"The buying power of the proletariat's gone down". Truly deserving of the Nobel prize for Economics, er Literature?
Tell me ole Bob, tell an ole workingman: Why and how does a treatise on economic reality, 'the philosophy of modern economics', sound so good as a folk song?
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My dad say got my boot then strange my man u say too bring my boot . working man .Miss that.
Ask money for fly but I hopeless at take what platform. Bless you
You can’t understand unless you understand.
Greatfull live in England
Please don't discount all of us. We're still fighting for change and I hope of I fail my son will succeed and if he fails my grandson will succeed. In the meantime, come on over you'll still real people. (My friends volunteer at hospice and equestrian center for the disabled and a community they call Extra Special People. In fact if you come over the end of April they're having a charity event where people, even old people like myself can jump out of a plane - for charity!!!!)
Jeg har oversatt deler av denne
😍
Teller of the telling of the song allway tell the truth. I glad about that
It's because of your song i can't step away but I can give away.
Clean is pure too.
Agree with bob..sadly sad..
👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
🎇💥❤️
Making me lazy all these popping up on my ❤ it
Dylan as an economist: 'the buying power of the proletariat has gone down'.
More true now than ever. In 2020 the Fed Reserve quadrupled the money supply. Stagflation is here.
@@weaksignal8009 spoken like a true armchair economist. If you got past intro econ in high school, you would realize that the money supply is controlled as a reaction to inflation. Inflation is not the cause of monetary policy. Your logic is counter factual.
@@jamesdoctor8079 whatever the reason for increasing the money supply it's kinda funny that the rich end up richer and the poor poorer. The reason this occurs is not specifed in the economic textbooks because they are all written by people who have fallen for the "market forces" lie.
Well I'm down on my luck, , & I'm black & blue 😢
Hi when you get there. The high you get they don't speak they sing pray.
I sure I know and that will be a black day for me
Very heartfelt blues. I'm not sure if Dylan wrote this one ?
Great me life not your choice now. Thank you so much for your helpful words