Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad Of Hollis Brown, artist - The Neville Brothers. Album song Yellow Moon, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 13.03.1989
Record label: An A&M Records Release;
Song language: English
The Ballad Of Hollis Brown |
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 brokin' down. |
You looked for work and money |
And you walked a rugged mile |
You looked for work and money |
And you walked a rugged mile |
Your children are so hungry |
That they don’t know how to smile. |
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. |
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 pocket tell you |
That you ain’t a-got no friend. |
Your babies are crying louder now |
It’s pounding on your brain |
Your babies are crying louder now |
It’s pounding on your brain |
Your wife’s screams are stabbin' you |
Like the dirty drivin' rain. |
Your grass is turning black |
There’s no water in your well |
Your grass is turning black |
There’s no water in your well |
Your spent your last lone dollar |
On 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 shortgun |
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 shortgun |
That you’re holdin' in your hand. |
There’s seven breezes a-blowin' |
All around the cabin door |
There’s seven breezes a-blowin' |
All around the cabin door |
Seven shots ring out |
Like the ocean’s pounding 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 |