The Ballad of Hollis Brown
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Hollis Brown he lived, on the outside of town
Hollis Brown he lived, on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
In his cabin broken down.
He looked for work and money, and he walked a rugged mile
He looked for work and money, and he walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile.
Your baby's eye's look crazy, they're tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eye's look crazy, they're tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and you 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
Is there anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares.
You prayed to the lord above, to please send you a friend
You prayed to the lord above, to please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell you that
You ain't got no friend.
Your baby's a cryin' louder now, it's poundin' at your brain
Your baby's a cryin' louder now, it's poundin' at your brain
Your wife's screams are a stabbin' you
Like dirty, drivin' rain.
Your grass is turning black, and there's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black, and there's no water in yuor well
You spent your last lone dollar
On them seven shotgun shells.
Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
Your eye's fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall.
Your brain it is a bleedin', and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain it is a bleedin', and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eye's fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand.
There's seven breezes blowin', around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowin', all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people dead, on a south dakota farm
There's seven people dead, on a south dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born.
Hollis Brown he lived, on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
In his cabin broken down.
He looked for work and money, and he walked a rugged mile
He looked for work and money, and he walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile.
Your baby's eye's look crazy, they're tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eye's look crazy, they're tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and you 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
Is there anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares.
You prayed to the lord above, to please send you a friend
You prayed to the lord above, to please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell you that
You ain't got no friend.
Your baby's a cryin' louder now, it's poundin' at your brain
Your baby's a cryin' louder now, it's poundin' at your brain
Your wife's screams are a stabbin' you
Like dirty, drivin' rain.
Your grass is turning black, and there's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black, and there's no water in yuor well
You spent your last lone dollar
On them seven shotgun shells.
Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
Your eye's fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall.
Your brain it is a bleedin', and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain it is a bleedin', and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eye's fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand.
There's seven breezes blowin', around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowin', all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people dead, on a south dakota farm
There's seven people dead, on a south dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born.
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