(copyright bob dylan, 1963 m. witmark & sons. warner bros. music) Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town With his wife and five children In his cabin broken down. He looked for work and money And he walked a ragged mile He looked for work and money And he walked a ragged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. Your baby's eyes look crazy They're tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy now They're tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and you wonder why With every breath that 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 Is there anyone that knows? Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above To please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above To please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell you That you ain't got no friend. Your baby's a-cryin' louder Now it's poundin' on your brain Your baby's a-cryin' louder Now it's poundin' on your brain Your wife's screams are a-stabbin' you Like dirty, drivin' rain. Your grass is turnin' black And there's no water in your well Your grass is turnin' black There's no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On them 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 it is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain it is a-bleedin' And your legs just can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you're holdin' in your hand. There's seven breezes blowin' All around the cabin door Seven breezes blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the oceans pounding roar. There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born.