| Song | Ballad Of Hollis Brown |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | The Bootleg Series Vol. 9 - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 |
| 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 fallin’ down | |
| You looked for work and money | |
| And you walked a rugged mile | |
| You looked for work and money | |
| And you walked a rugged mile | |
| Your children are so hungry | |
| That they don’t know how to 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 fallin' down | |
| You looked for work and money | |
| And you walked a rugged mile | |
| You looked for work and money | |
| And you walked a rugged mile | |
| Your children are so hungry | |
| That they don' t know how to smile | |
| Your baby' s eyes look crazy | |
| They' re atuggin' at your sleeve | |
| Your baby' s 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 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 agot 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 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 | |
| There' s seven breezes ablowin' | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| There' s seven breezes ablowin' | |
| 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 |
| 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 fallin' down | |
| You looked for work and money | |
| And you walked a rugged mile | |
| You looked for work and money | |
| And you walked a rugged mile | |
| Your children are so hungry | |
| That they don' t know how to smile | |
| Your baby' s eyes look crazy | |
| They' re atuggin' at your sleeve | |
| Your baby' s 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 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 agot 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 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 | |
| There' s seven breezes ablowin' | |
| All around the cabin door | |
| There' s seven breezes ablowin' | |
| 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 |