Ballad of Hollis Brown (The Bear, Chicago, 4-25-63) Songtext
von Bob 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 brokin′ 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, it got your flour, bad blood, it got your mare
The rats, it 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 you that you ain't a-got no friend


Your babies are crying louder now, it′s a-pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now, it's a-pounding on your brain
Your wife′s screams are stabbin' you like the dirty drivin' rain

Your grass 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 shels

Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shortgun 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 shortgun that you're holdin' in your hand

There′s seven breezes blowin′ all around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowin′ all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar

There′s seven people dead an a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewheres in the distance there′s seven new people born