| Hollis Brown
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| He lived on the outside of town
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| Hollis Brown
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| He lived on the outside of town
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| With his wife and five children
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| And his cabin broken down
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| He looked for work and money
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| And he walked a ragged mile
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| He looked for work and money
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| And he walked a ragged mile
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| And children are so hungry
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| That they don’t know how to smile
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| Your baby’s eyes look crazy
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| They’re a-tugging at your sleeve
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| Baby’s eyes look crazy
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| And they’re a-tugging at your 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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| Your babies are crying louder now
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| It’s a-poundin' on your brain
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| Your babies are crying louder now
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| It’s a-poundin' on your brain
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| Your wife’s screams are stabbin' ya'
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| Like the dirty drivin' rain
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| Way out in the wilderness
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| A cold coyote calls
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| Way out in the wilderness
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| A cold coyote calls
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| Your eyes fix on the shotgun
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| That’s hanging on the wall
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| There’s seven breezes blowin'
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| All around the cabin door
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| There’s seven breezes blowin'
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| All around the cabin door
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| Seven shots ring out
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| Like the ocean’s poundin' roar
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| Seven people dead
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| On a South Dakota farm
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| Seven people dead
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| On a South Dakota farm
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| Somewhere’s in the distance
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| There’s seven new people born |