Song | Ballad of Hollis Brown |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Live at Carnegie Hall 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 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 |