Ballad of Hollis Brown - Bob Dylan
    Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town

    Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
    With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down

    He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile
    He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile
    Your children are so hungry that they don't know how to smile

    Your babies eyes look crazy, they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
    Your babies eyes look crazy, they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
    You walk the floor and wonder why with every breath you breathe

    The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
    The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
    If there's anyone that knows, is there anyone that cares?

    He prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend
    He prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend
    Your empty pockets tell you that you ain't a-got no friend

    Your baby's a-cryin' louder now, it's a poundin' on your brain
    Your baby's a-cryin' louder now, it's a poundin' on your brain
    Your wife's screams a-stabbin you like the dirty driving rain

    Your grass is turning black, there's no water in your well
    Your grass is turning black, there's no water in your well
    You spent your last long dollar on seven shotgun shells

    Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
    Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
    Your eyes fix on the shotgun that's hangin' on the wall

    Your brain is a-bleedin and your legs can't seem to stand
    Your brain is a-bleedin and your legs can't seem to stand
    Your eyes fix on the shotgun that your holdin' in your hand

    There's seven breezes blowin' all around the cabin door
    There's seven breezes blowin' all around the cabin door
    Seven shots ring out like the ocean's poundin' roar

    There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
    There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
    Somehere in the distance, there's seven new people born

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