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Bob Dylan - Live on Air, Volume One - Ballad of Hollis Brown
Live on Air, Volume One
Disc 1
01. (I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle
02. Conversation
03. Fixin’ to Die
04. Conversation
05. Smokestack Lightning
06. Conversation
07. Hard Travelin’
08. Conversation
09. The Death of Emmett Till
10. Conversation
11. Standing on the Highway
12. Conversation
13. Roll On, John
14. Conversation
15. Stealin’ Stealin’
16. Conversation
17. Makes a Long Time Man Feel Bad
18. Conversation
19. Baby Please Don’t Go
20. Conversation
21. Hard Times in New York Town
Disc 2
01. Handsome Molly
02. Omie Wise
03. Poor Lazarus
04. Mean Old Railroad
05. Acne
06. Sally Girl
07. The Girl I Left Behind
08. The Ballad of Donald White
09. The Death of Emmett Till
10. Blowin’ in the Wind
11. Baby Let Me Follow You Down
12. Talkin’ John Birch Society Paranoid Blues
13. The Death of Emmett Till
14. Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor
Disc 3
01. Farewell
02. A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
03. Bob Dylan’s Dream
04. Boots of Spanish Leather
05. John Brown
06. Who Killed Davy Moore
07. Blowin’ in the Wind
08. Tomorrow Is a Long Time
09. Masters of War
10. Bob Dylan’s Blues
Disc 4
01. Girl From the North Country
02. Only a Hobo
03. The Times They Are A-Changing
04. Talkin’ World War 3 Blues
05. The Ballad of Hattie Carroll
06. Girl From the North Country
07. A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
08. Restless Farewell
09. Blowin’ in the Wind
10. Man of Constant Sorrow
11. Ballad of Hollis Brown
12. The Ballad of Hattie Carroll
13. It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
14. It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
15. I Threw It All Away
16. Living the Blues
17. Girl From the North Country
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, it got your flour, bad blood, it got your mare
The rats, it 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 pockets tell you that you ain't a-got no friend

Your babies are crying louder now, it's a-pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now, it's a-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
You spent your last lone dollar on seven shotgun shels

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 blowin' all around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowin' all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar

There's seven people dead an a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewheres in the distance there's seven new people born