"You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she" needs
Ole Hollis Brown, "picked poor robin clean"
Oh Hollis Brown, wicked door robbing seen
"I’m a hustling **** that’s just what I am"
I’m a wayward boon, acting on a righteous plan
"Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down"
"There’s seven breezes-a-blowin"
All around the cabin door
There’s seven breezes-a- blowin"
Knocking down the cabin door
His wife was a wonder, "she’s nobody’s child
The law can’t touch her at all."
Life went asunder, the marriage went wild,
The law can’t touch her at all
The gypsy’s hide, directed on order
"With god on their side", waiting at the property border
A sign signals advance
Wife departing after a nod and glance
There sat Hollis Brown, in his cabin on the outside of town,
Without his wife, holding his five children, in a cabin burning down
"She’s got everything she need’s, she’s an artist, she don’t look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daylight black
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, get her a drum"
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
"You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she" needs
Ole Hollis Brown, "picked poor robin clean"
Oh Hollis Brown, wicked door robbing seen
"I’m a hustling **** that’s just what I am"
I’m a wayward boon, acting on a righteous plan
"Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down"
"There’s seven breezes-a-blowin"
All around the cabin door
There’s seven breezes-a- blowin"
Knocking down the cabin door
His wife was a wonder, "she’s nobody’s child
The law can’t touch her at all."
Life went asunder, the marriage went wild,
The law can’t touch her at all
The gypsy’s hide, directed on order
"With god on their side", waiting at the property border
A sign signals advance
Wife departing after a nod and glance
There sat Hollis Brown, in his cabin on the outside of town,
Without his wife, holding his five children, in a cabin burning down
"She’s got everything she need’s, she’s an artist, she don’t look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daylight black
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, get her a drum"
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