Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
Musician
Al Shackman
Al Shackman
Guitar
Rudy Stevenson
Rudy Stevenson
Guitar
Lisle Atkinson
Lisle Atkinson
Double Bass
Bobby Hamilton
Bobby Hamilton
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hal Mooney
Hal Mooney
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Well, you look for work and money
And you walked a ragged mile
You look for work and money
And you walked a ragged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood has got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood has got your mare
Is there anyone who knows?
Is there anyone who cares?
[Verse 5]
So you prayed to the Lord above
Please send you a friend
Yes, you prayed to the Lord above
Please send you a friend
But your empty pockets tell you
That you ain't got no friends
[Verse 6]
Your baby's crying louder now
It's a-poundin' in your brain
Your baby's crying louder now
It's a-poundin' in your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbing you
Like the dirty, driving rain
[Verse 7]
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 dollar
On seven shotgun shells
[Verse 8]
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shutgun
That's a-hangin' on the wall
[Verse 9]
Your brain is a-bleedin' now
Your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin' now
Your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shutgun
That you're holding in your hand
[Verse 10]
There's seven breezes blowing
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowing
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar
[Verse 11]
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
Seven new people are born
Written by: Bob Dylan
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