Álbum The Times They Are A-Changin' de Bob Dylan - Canciones

The Times They Are A-Changin'

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  1. The Times They Are A-Changin' 3:12
  2. Ballad Of Hollis BrownVer letra 5:03

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    letra de 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 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 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.

  3. With God On Our Side 7:05
  4. One Too Many Mornings 2:38
  5. North Country Blues 4:33
  6. Only A Pawn In Their Game 3:30
  7. Boots Of Spanish LeatherVer letra 4:38

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    letra de Boots Of Spanish Leather

    Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
    I'm sailin' away in the morning.
    Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
    From the place that I'll be landing?
    No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
    There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
    Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
    From across that lonesome ocean.
    Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
    Made of silver or of golden,
    Either from the mountains of Madrid
    Or from the coast of Barcelona.
    Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
    And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
    I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
    For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
    That I might be gone a long time
    And it's only that I'm askin',
    Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
    To make your time more easy passin'.
    Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
    It only brings me sorrow.
    The same thing I want from you today,
    I would want again tomorrow.
    I got a letter on a lonesome day,
    It was from her ship a-sailin',
    Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
    It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
    Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
    I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
    I'm sure your heart is not with me,
    But with the country to where you're goin'.
    So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
    Take heed of the stormy weather.
    And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
    Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

  8. When The Ship Comes In 3:15
  9. The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll 5:45
  10. Restless Farewell 5:32

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