Ballad of Hollis Brown (Live at Brandeis University) Lyrics
| Song | Ballad of Hollis Brown (Live at Brandeis University) |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Bob Dylan In Concert: Brandeis University 1963 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 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 babys eyes look crazy | |
| They're a-tuggin at your sleeve | |
| Your babys 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 theres 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 babies are crying louder now | |
| Its a pounding on your brain | |
| Your babies are crying louder now | |
| Its a pounding on your brain | |
| Your wifes screams are stabbin' you | |
| Like the dirty drivin' rain | |
| Your grass it is turning black | |
| Theres no water in your well | |
| Your grass is turning black | |
| Theres no water in your well | |
| You spent your last alone | |
| DollarOn 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 | |
| Thats 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 | |
| Theres seven breezes a-blowin | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| Theres seven breezes a-blowin | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| Seven shots ring out | |
| Like the oceans pounding roar | |
| Theres seven people dead | |
| On a south | |
| Dakota farm | |
| Well theres seven people dead | |
| On a south | |
| Dakota farm | |
| Somewheres in the distance | |
| Theres seven new people born |
| zuo ci : 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 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 babys eyes look crazy | |
| They' re atuggin at your sleeve | |
| Your babys eyes look crazy | |
| They' re atuggin 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 theres 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 agot no friend | |
| Your babies are crying louder now | |
| Its a pounding on your brain | |
| Your babies are crying louder now | |
| Its a pounding on your brain | |
| Your wifes screams are stabbin' you | |
| Like the dirty drivin' rain | |
| Your grass it is turning black | |
| Theres no water in your well | |
| Your grass is turning black | |
| Theres no water in your well | |
| You spent your last alone | |
| DollarOn 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 | |
| Thats hangin' on the wall | |
| Your brain is ableedin' | |
| And your legs can' t seem to stand | |
| Your brain is ableedin' | |
| And your legs can' t seem to stand | |
| Your eyes fix on the shotgun | |
| That you' re holdin' in your hand | |
| Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| Seven shots ring out | |
| Like the oceans pounding roar | |
| Theres seven people dead | |
| On a south | |
| Dakota farm | |
| Well theres seven people dead | |
| On a south | |
| Dakota farm | |
| Somewheres in the distance | |
| Theres seven new people born |
| zuò cí : 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 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 babys eyes look crazy | |
| They' re atuggin at your sleeve | |
| Your babys eyes look crazy | |
| They' re atuggin 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 theres 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 agot no friend | |
| Your babies are crying louder now | |
| Its a pounding on your brain | |
| Your babies are crying louder now | |
| Its a pounding on your brain | |
| Your wifes screams are stabbin' you | |
| Like the dirty drivin' rain | |
| Your grass it is turning black | |
| Theres no water in your well | |
| Your grass is turning black | |
| Theres no water in your well | |
| You spent your last alone | |
| DollarOn 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 | |
| Thats hangin' on the wall | |
| Your brain is ableedin' | |
| And your legs can' t seem to stand | |
| Your brain is ableedin' | |
| And your legs can' t seem to stand | |
| Your eyes fix on the shotgun | |
| That you' re holdin' in your hand | |
| Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| Seven shots ring out | |
| Like the oceans pounding roar | |
| Theres seven people dead | |
| On a south | |
| Dakota farm | |
| Well theres seven people dead | |
| On a south | |
| Dakota farm | |
| Somewheres in the distance | |
| Theres seven new people born |
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