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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Ballad of Hollis Brown}
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[by=Bob Dylan,cov=the-times-they-are-a-changin,album=The times they are a changin]
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\cover
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\gtab{E&m}{6:X02210}
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\beginverse
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Hollis \[E&m]Brown, he lived
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From the outside of town
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Hollis Brown, he lived
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From the outside of town
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With his wife and five children
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And his cabin brokin' down
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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He looked for work and money
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And he walked a rugged mile
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He looked for work and money
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And he walked a rugged mile
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You children are so hungry
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That they don't know how to smile
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Your baby's eyes look crazy
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They're a tuggin' at you sleeve
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Your baby's eyes look crazy
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They're a tuggin' at you sleeve
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You walk the floor and wonder why
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With every breath you breathe
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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The rats have got your flour
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Bad blood it got your mare
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The rats have got your flour
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Bad blood it got your mare
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Is there anyone that knows
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Is there anyone that cares?
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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He prayed the Lord above
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Oh please send you a friend
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He prayed the Lord above
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Oh please send you a friend
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You ain't a got no money boy
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You ain't a got no friend
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Your baby's eyes are crying louder
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It's pounding on your brain
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Your baby's eyes are crying louder
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It's pounding on your brain
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You wife's screams are stabbin'
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Like the dirty drivin' rain
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Your grass is turning black
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There's no water in your well
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Your grass is turning black
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There's no water in your well
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You spent your last dollar
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On seven shot-gun shells
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Way out in the wildness
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A cold coyote calls
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Way out in the wildness
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A cold coyote calls
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Your eyes fix on a shot-gun
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That's hangin' on the wall
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Your brain is a bleedin'
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And your legs can't seem to stand
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Your brain is a bleedin'
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And your legs can't seem to stand
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Your eyes fix on the shot-gun
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That you're holding in your hand
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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There's seven breezes a blowin'
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All around the cabin door
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There's seven breezes a blowin'
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All around the cabin door
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Seven shots sing out
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Like the ocean's pounding roar
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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There's seven people dead
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On a South Dakota farm
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There's seven people dead
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On a South Dakota farm
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Somewhere in the distance
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There's seven new people born
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\endverse
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\endsong
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