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Hollis
Brown.
C Dm
He lived on the outside of town.
Hollis Brown.
C
Dm
He lived on the outside of town,
With his wife and five children,
Dm
And his cabin broken down.
He looked for work and money,
And you walked a rugged mile.
He 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 now,
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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Rider Music
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