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Ballad Of Hollis Brown 1 Bob Dylan © 1963 by M.Witmark & Sons (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

25 Apr 1963 IN THE PINES (T-645) 7 Aug 1963 THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN'

The Bear, Chicago IL - 25.apr.1963 The Times They Are a-Changin' session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 7.aug.1963 Hollis Brown, he lived On the outside of town Hollis Brown, he lived On the outside of town With his wife an' five children An' his cabin broken down. You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor an' 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 you That you ain't a-got no friend. Your babies a-cryin' louder now It's a-poundin' on your brain Your babies a-cryin' louder now It's a-poundin' on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turnin' black There's no water in your well Your grass is turnin' black There's no water in your well You spent your last long dollar On seven shot gun shells. Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shot gun 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 shot gun 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 poundin' roar. There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewheres in the distance There's seven new people born.

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Ballad Of Hollis Brown 2

15 Oct 1962 THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION #3 FOLK SINGER-HUMDINGER     Just About As Good As It Gets! [Smith & Co] GASLIGHT TAPES (T-104)

Gaslight Café, NYC - 15.oct.1962 Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town With his wife an' five children An' his cabin fallin' down. He looked for work an' money An' he walked a rugged mile He looked for work an' money An' he walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor an' wonder why With every breath you breathe. There's bedbugs on your baby's bed There's chinches on your wife There's bedbugs on your baby's bed There's chinches on your wife Gangrene's snuck in your side It's a-cuttin' you like a knife. 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 You ain't a-got no money You ain't a-got no friend. Your babies a-cryin' louder It's a-poundin' on your brain Your babies a-cryin' louder now It's a-poundin' on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turnin' brown There's no water in your well Your grass is turnin' brown There's no water in your well You spent your last long dollar On seven shot gun shells. Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shot gun That's a-hangin' on the wall. Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shot gun You're holdin' in your hand. Seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots sound out Like the ocean's poundin' 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.

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Ballad Of Hollis Brown 3

14 Nov 1962 THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION THE FREEWHEELIN' OUTTAKES 1962 SESSIONS THE FREEWHEELIN' BOB DYLAN OUTTAKES (T-304)

The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session 6, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 14.nov.1962, take 2, CO 77003-2 Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town With his wife an' five children An' his cabin fallin' down. You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. There's bedbugs on your baby's bed An' there's chinches on your wife There's bedbugs on your baby's bed There's chinches on your wife Gangrene's snuck in your side It's a-cuttin' you like a knife. Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor an' 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 You ain't a-got no money, boy You ain't a-got no friend. Your babies are a-cryin' louder It's a-poundin' on your brain Your babies are a-cryin' louder now It's a-poundin' on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turnin' black There is no water in your well Your grass is turnin' black There is no water in your well You spent your last long dollar On seven shot gun shells. Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shot gun That's a-hangin' on the wall. Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shot gun That you're holdin' in your hand. There's seven breezes blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots sing out Like the ocean's poundin' 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.

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Dec 1962 THE WITMARK DEMOS::     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 9 / 1962-1964 THROUGH A BULLET OF LIGHT (WITMARK DEMOS) (T-378)

Witmark demo, NYC - december 1962 This is The Rise and Fall of Hollis Brown Hollis Brown, he lived On the outside of town Hollis Brown, he lived On the outside of town With his wife an' five children An' his cabin fallin' down. You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. There's bedbugs on your babies An' there's chinches on your wife There's bedbugs on your babies An' there's chinches on your wife Gangrene's snuck in your side It's a-cuttin' you like a knife. Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor an' 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 You ain't a-got no money, man You ain't a-got no friend. Your babies a-cryin' louder now It's a-poundin' on your brain Your babies are cryin' louder now It's poundin' on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turnin' brown There is no water in your well Your grass is turnin' brown There is no water in your well You spent your last long dollar On seven shot gun shells. Out on the mountain top A cold coyote calls Yes, out on the mountain A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shot gun That's a-hangin' on the wall. Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shot gun That you're holdin' in your hand. Seven breezes a-blowin' All around your cabin door There's seven breezes blowin' All around your cabin door Seven shots sound out Like the ocean's poundin' 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.

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Ballad Of Hollis Brown 5

10 May 1963 IN CONCERT: BRANDEIS UNIVERSITY 1963

Brandeis University Folk Festival , Waltham MA - 10.may.1963 This is a true story. Hollis Brown, he lived On the outside of town Hollis Brown, he lived On the outside of town With his wife an' five children An' his cabin fallin' down. You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile You looked for work an' money An' you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your babies' eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor an' wonder why With every breath you breathe. There's bedbugs on your babies' bed There's chinches on your wife There's bedbugs on your babies' bed There's chinches on your wife Gangrene's snuck in your side It's a-cuttin' you like a knife. 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 You ain't got that much money, boy You ain't a-got no friend. Your babies a-cryin' louder now It's a-poundin' on your brain Your babies a-cryin' louder now It's a-poundin' on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turnin' black There is no water in your well Your grass is turnin' black There is no water in your well You spent your last long dollar On seven shot gun shells. Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shot gun That's a-hangin' on the wall. Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' An' your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shot gun That you're holdin' in your hand. There's seven breezes blowin' All around your cabin door There's seven breezes blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's poundin' roar. There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewheres in the distance There's seven new people born.