歌曲 | Ballad of Hollis Brown (Live at Brandeis University) |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | Bob Dylan In Concert: Brandeis University 1963 |
下载 | 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 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 | |
DollarOn 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 |
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 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 atuggin at your sleeve | |
Your babys 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 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 agot 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 | |
DollarOn 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 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 | |
Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
All around the cabin door | |
Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
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 |
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 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 atuggin at your sleeve | |
Your babys 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 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 agot 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 | |
DollarOn 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 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 | |
Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
All around the cabin door | |
Theres seven breezes ablowin | |
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 |