(Bob Dylan)
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Hollis Brown he lived on the outside of town
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Hollis Brown he lived on the outside of town
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With his wife and five children
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And his cabin broken down
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He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile
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He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile
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His children are so hungry they've
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Forgotten how to smile
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Your babies' eyes are crazy they're a tuggin' at your sleeve
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Your babies' eyes are crazy they're a tuggin' at your sleeve
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You walk the floor and wonder why
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With every breath you breathe
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Rats got to your flour bad blood it got your mare
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Rats got to your flour bad blood it got your mare
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Is there anyone that knows
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Is there anyone that cares
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Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
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Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
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Your eyes fix on the shotgun
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That's a hangin' on the wall
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Your brain is a bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
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Your brain is a bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
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Your eyes fix on the shotgun
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That you're holdin' in your hand
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There's seven breezes blowin' all around a cabin door
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There's seven breezes blowin' all around a cabin door
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Seven shots ring out
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Like the ocean's pounding roar
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There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
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There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
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Somewhere in the distance
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There's seven new people born
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The Ballard of Hollis Brown
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Stephen Stills |