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BALLAD OF HOLLIS BROWN

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 Dm  Hollis Brown
He lived on the outC side of  Dm  town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the ouC tside of t Dm  own
With his wife and five children
And his cabin bC roken  Dm  down
 
 
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 Dm  You looked for work and money
And you waC lked a rugged  Dm  mile
You looked for work and money
And you waC lked a rugged m Dm  ile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't knC ow how to  Dm  smile
 
 
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin'at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin'at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
 
 
There's bedbugs on your baby's bed
There's chinches on your wife
There's bedbugs on your baby's bed
There's chinches on your wife
Gangerene snuck in your side,
It's a-cuttin'you like a knife
 
 
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 ?
 
 
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you ain't a-got no friend
 
 
Your babies are crying louder
It's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin'you
like the dirty drivin'rain
 
 
Your grass it 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 lone 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 you're holdin'in your hand
 
 
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-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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