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"Ballad Of Hollis Brown" lyrics |
 (1963) bob dylan
Hollis brownHe lived on the outside of townHollis brownHe lived on the outside of townWith his wife and five childrenAnd his cabin fallin' down
You looked for work and moneyAnd you walked a rugged mileYou looked for work and moneyAnd you walked a rugged mileYour children are so hungryThat they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazyThey're a-tuggin' at your sleeveYour baby's eyes look crazyThey're a-tuggin' at your sleeveYou walk the floor and wonder whyWith every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flourBad blood it got your mareThe rats have got your flourBad blood it got your mareIf there's anyone that knowsIs there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the lord aboveOh please send you a friendYou prayed to the lord aboveOh please send you a friendYour empty pockets tell yuhThat you ain't a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louderIt's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder nowIt's pounding on your brainYour wife's screams are stabbin' youLike the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass it is turning blackThere's no water in your wellYour grass is turning blackThere's no water in your wellYou spent your last lone dollarOn seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wildernessA cold coyote callsWay out in the wildernessA cold coyote callsYour eyes fix on the shotgunThat's hangin' on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin'And your legs can't seem to standYour brain is a-bleedin'And your legs can't seem to standYour eyes fix on the shotgunThat you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes a-blowin'All around the cabin doorThere's seven breezes a-blowin'All around the cabin doorSeven shots ring outLike the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people deadOn a south dakota farmThere's seven people deadOn a south dakota farmSomewhere in the distanceThere's seven new people born
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