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Baez Joan North Country Blues

Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north

Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north

when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north

when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north