Lyrics
Way out in the wilderness, your children are so hungry, your babies are crying louder now
they re a-tuggin at your sleeve
there s seven new people born
Your children are so hungry, a cold coyote calls
all around the cabin door
on a south dakota farm
Oh please send you a friend, your spent your last lone dollar, and you walked a rugged mile
You prayed to the lord above, there s seven breezes a-blowin, on a south dakota farm
There s seven people dead, there s seven people dead
Your baby s eyes look crazy, there s seven breezes a-blowin, your children are so hungry
Your empty pocket tell you, there s seven breezes a-blowin
like the ocean s pounding roar
your spent your last lone dollar
A cold coyote calls, the rats have got your flour
there s seven people dead
Your baby s eyes look crazy, your eyes fix on the shortgun
With his wife and five children, you walk the floor and wonder why
Oh please send you a friend, your brain is a-bleedin, your brain is a-bleedin
you walk the floor and wonder why
like the ocean s pounding roar
On a south dakota farm, there s seven breezes a-blowin, hollis brown
your grass is turning black
With his wife and five children, your baby s eyes look crazy, and his cabin brokin down
With every breath you breathe, like the dirty drivin rain Brown, the rats have got your flour
Somewhere in the distance, and you walked a rugged mile, way out in the wilderness
there s no water in your well
There s no water in your well, on a south dakota farm Brown, that you ain t a-got no friend
Way out in the wilderness, the rats have got your flour Hollis, and his cabin brokin down
and your legs can t seem to stand
Your wife s screams are stabbin you, that they don t know how to smile Of, all around the cabin door
you prayed to the lord above
Your baby s eyes look crazy, it s pounding on your brain
Like the ocean s pounding roar, on a south dakota farm
with every breath you breathe
Your baby s eyes look crazy, your baby s eyes look crazy
Hollis brown, hollis brown
your spent your last lone dollar
there s seven people dead
Your brain is a-bleedin, there s no water in your well, they re a-tuggin at your sleeve
and your legs can t seem to stand
And your legs can t seem to stand, there s seven people dead, and you walked a rugged mile
That they don t know how to smile, way out in the wilderness Brown, somewhere in the distance
it s pounding on your brain
That you re holdin in your hand, bad blood it got your mare
your eyes fix on the shortgun
a cold coyote calls
It s pounding on your brain, your eyes fix on the shortgun
Your babies are crying louder now, your empty pocket tell you
And your legs can t seem to stand, that they don t know how to smile