The Ballad Of Hollis Brown Lyrics - Balboa Island - Pretty Things

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 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 

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