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.

@fionabennett7814

Ай бұрын

Memories are worth more than gold

@christopherhelton6999

Ай бұрын

@@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

If only there was 200 more verses, another favourite, along with 25 others sharing the top spot. Outstanding

Amazing lyrics from the finest songwriter of all time....

@21stCenturyTemplar.

Жыл бұрын

If God was a songwriter, Dylan would be his teacher 😊

@constantwireless3290

10 ай бұрын

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?

@GRZsonya

12 күн бұрын

I do believe God would agree 🌹🎶🎩🎶🕊❤

@GRZsonya

12 күн бұрын

I do believe God would agree 🌹🎶🎩🎶🕊❤

Happy 83 BoB, rock on my friend

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."

@GD-rd6ig

Жыл бұрын

Great!

That song is a noble salute to the ragged remains and the memory of what this land once was.

@paulgraham1653

10 ай бұрын

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??

@Now7518

8 ай бұрын

Such a poetic comment!❤

@snowliondragon

5 ай бұрын

Union Sundown, also.

@openeverydoor

4 ай бұрын

I take it you're hanging back so cut out the self-pity and make it great again😂😂😂😂 rise to the challenge ...get it???!😊😂😂😂😂😂

@SayanMukherjee2405

3 ай бұрын

​​@@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."

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

One of my favourite Dylan songs

This dude just vibing, but also discerning the disfavours towards America's working class within the first few lines

You never want his songs to end!

@gerrycurran8966

Жыл бұрын

Ditto.

@bsnf-5

Жыл бұрын

Bobby said something similar about late Gordon Lightfoot.

What a wonderful song. His creativity has never waned over the years and he has always been a few steps ahead of the rest.

Been a Dylan fan since Freewheelin. Just gets better and better.

He's been leading the way all through my life and continues to do so. Glory be.

That voice and all his characters speak to my soul every-time. In some alternate time and space … where fame doesn’t figure.

Why do I love this song so much! 🙏

@alabamaisyourdaddy6137

20 күн бұрын

because you have good taste

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

@danbrillman5129

Жыл бұрын

what did he think of the song?

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!!!

@djstarr-lowery4047

2 жыл бұрын

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.

I get chills listening to dylan. I love you.

Could be my favorite song of his...everything about it is magnificent 👌 ✨

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..

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

@tomwhelan220

2 жыл бұрын

Thank you

@gerrycurran8966

2 жыл бұрын

Genius

@patriciathewisher2315

2 жыл бұрын

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

@isaacimages

2 жыл бұрын

Thanks for posting the lyrics

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

Sometimes no one wants what you got, Sometimes you can't give it away.

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

So beautiful

@Carlossantanamusicinc

2 жыл бұрын

Hello Dear, it’s nice meeting you on here

Total New for me. It sounds as of I knew it for years. His voice is goed hete. Love it

Best song of the century! I could listen 🎶 TO this song night 🌙 and day!, Love you Bobby 😍 💗 💓

One of The Best Songs I Have Heard !

Love this. For anyone who’s worked a hard day.

many voices. it's hard to pick but this voice fits so well

Buuuuuuf....masterpiece....another one from uncle Bob 🥰. When philosophy finds the correct words and music 🤷🏽‍♂️

Brilliant songwriter.

Such a beautiful song and so underrated

Man no one is better than Bob! Love forever

@yamapenny5960

2 жыл бұрын

Jackson BROWNE comes close to Mister Dylan ‼

Bob, I thank you for everything 🤩👍🙏🌿

What a great track, I love it.

What a beautiful song!!! Only Bob Dylan to memorize a lyrics with 20 stanzas!!! My God....😄

@jeanwood616

2 жыл бұрын

No words need be spoken bobs just said it all again again and again thank you Bob💖

@HelianaSuper

2 жыл бұрын

@@jeanwood616 Yes, Jean... I agree with you, but we like to show him our admiration...💖

One of his very best!!!

As fine a song as he's ever sung.

What an album this is and such a lovely track

Thank you Bob. What a great song for a child who has grown up in the shadow of the Bayer chimneys

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…

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.

@GRZsonya

12 күн бұрын

So did you make it backstage?! 😂😁😂

I will never forget you alice❤

OH G Yer and Yer Absolutely Love This Version It’s So Wonderful 🧡🧡🌸🌸🌸🌸🧡🧡

"They burned my bars and stole my wh*res" Best Gangsta Rap line

just beautiful...

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

@djstarr-lowery4047

2 жыл бұрын

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

OMG so gooooooood!❤

I love you Bob

Lovable e emotive song ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Top ten

my favorite song xo

❤️ 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 ✔️

Exquisitely beautiful song. Zimmy can carry quite the tune when he wants to. I love 'im to pieces!

Love this song

La letra me tira al suelo y la voz me mantiene vivo

@yamapenny5960

2 жыл бұрын

Mich auch... make keeps me going...

@gerrycurran8966

2 жыл бұрын

Beautiful song. Take care.

@mitsuo233

Жыл бұрын

Bien dicho Jorge...

@JorgeLMarquezsM

Жыл бұрын

@@mitsuo233 Un abrazo, José

Always love Bob Dylan.❤ Thank you!

Straordinaria!

"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?

A potential country great as far as im concerned.

🤗In very fine voice here

Always timely!

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”

Every so often get a strong urge to listen to this song, how can I say anything abut him that hasnt been said.

that violin at the end

The place I love the best is a sweet memory, it's a new path that we trod. Do you remember Montserrat?

Love always 😘

Exquisite.

Beautiful ☮️❤️🎼

Awesome track

Great song 👌👌😎

My dad say got my boot then strange my man u say too bring my boot . working man .Miss that.

You can’t understand unless you understand.

Dylan as an economist: 'the buying power of the proletariat has gone down'.

@weaksignal8009

2 жыл бұрын

More true now than ever. In 2020 the Fed Reserve quadrupled the money supply. Stagflation is here.

@jamesdoctor8079

2 жыл бұрын

@@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.

@stephenlee1756

2 жыл бұрын

@@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.

I like your found peace. Peace is silent and it mind and your.

I like listening

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Greatfull live in England

@djstarr-lowery4047

2 жыл бұрын

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

It's because of your song i can't step away but I can give away.

Making me lazy all these popping up on my ❤ it

😍

Ask money for fly but I hopeless at take what platform. Bless you

Very heartfelt blues. I'm not sure if Dylan wrote this one ?

Aaron left at 6am and here we are all alone.

@MsLouise1960

10 ай бұрын

I would rather it that way than allow the two faced so called friend who conned our attention. We know he is lying and of course he can buy their belief.

Well I'm down on my luck, , & I'm black & blue 😢

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

Teller of the telling of the song allway tell the truth. I glad about that

Clean is pure too.

And it is a "recent" song for Dylan standards

Hi when you get there. The high you get they don't speak they sing pray.

The office English version 💪💪

Agree with bob..sadly sad..

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

Labor Day 2023: cry my fellow slaves, cry for every single day!