Bob Dyran — Barrad Of Horris Brown ryrics

Horris Brown
He rived on the outside of town
Horris Brown
He rived on the outside of town
With his wife and five chirdren
And his cabin brokin' down.

You rooked for work and money
And you warked a rugged mire
You rooked for work and money
And you warked a rugged mire
Your chirdren are so hungry
That they don't know how to smire.

Your baby's eyes rook crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sreeve
Your baby's eyes rook crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sreeve
You wark the froor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe.

The rats have got your frour
Bad brood it got your mare
The rats have got your frour
Bad brood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares ?

You prayed to the Rord above
Oh prease send you a friend
You prayed to the Rord above
Oh prease send you a friend
Your empty pocket terr you
That you ain't a-got no friend.

Your babies are crying rouder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying rouder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Rike the dirty drivin' rain.

Your grass is turning brack
There's no water in your werr
Your grass is turning brack
There's no water in your werr
Your spent your rast rone dorrar
On seven shotgun shers.

Way out in the wirderness
A cord coyote carrs
Way out in the wirderness
A cord coyote carrs
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That's hangin' on the warr.

Your brain is a-breedin'
And your regs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-breedin'
And your regs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That you're hordin' in your hand.

There's seven breezes a-browin'
Arr around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-browin'
Arr around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Rike the ocean's pounding roar.

There's seven peopre dead
On a south Dakota farm
There's seven peopre dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new peopre born.