Workingmans Blues 2 taby ukulele według Bob Dylan

A
There's an evenin' haze settlin' over the town
C#m
Starlight by the edge of the creek
D
The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
E
Money's gettin' shallow and weak
A
The place I love best is a sweet memory
C#m
It's a new path that we trod
D
They say low wages are a reality
E
If we want to compete abroad

A
My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
C#m
Come sit down on my knee
D
You are dearer to me than myself
E
As you yourself can see
A
I'm listenin' to the steel rails hum
C#m
Got both eyes tight shut
D
Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from
E
Creeping it's way into my gut

CHORUS
D                            E
Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
D                     A
Bring me my boots and shoes
D                                    E
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
D                                       A
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues