Alice BrownAlice Brown, he lived on the outside of townAlice Brown, he lived on the outside of townAlice Brown, with his wife and five children and his cabin broken downAlice Brown, he looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mileAlice Brown, he looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mileAlice Brown, he lived on the outside of townThat they don't know how to smileYour baby's eyes look crazyThey're tugging at your sleeveYour baby's eyes look crazyThey're tugging at your sleeveAnd you walk the floor and wonderWhy with every breathHey, heyOh, the rats have got your fatherThat blood has got your manThe rats have got your fatherThat blood has got your manIf there's anyone that knowsIs there anyone that caresYeahAnd now you're praying to the Lord of allPlease send you a friendAnd now you're praying to the Lord of allPlease send you a friendBut you have to clock and tell youThat you ain't got no friendsYour baby's eyes are cryingAnd it's pounding in your brainYeah, your baby's eyes are cryingAnd it's pounding in your brainAnd your wife screams and stabbingLike the dirty driving rainYour grass is turning blackAnd there's no water in your wellNoYour grass is turning blackAnd there's no water in your wellAnd you spent your last little dollarOn seven shaggy shoesYour way out in the wildernessA cold coyote callsYour way out in the wildernessA cold coyote callsAnd now it's fixed up in your mindOn the shotgun that's hanging on the wallYour brain, it is a bleedingAnd your legs can't seem to standYour brain, it is a bleedingAnd your legs can't seem to standYour eyes fixed on the shotgunThat you're holding in your handWhoaOh, oh, ohAnd now theoid stabbing breeze is blowingAll around the cabin barAnd the silver breeze is blowingAll around my cabinAnd silver shots me outLike the ocean's pounding rodThere's seven people dead out on a South Dakota farmThere's seven people dead out on a South Dakota farmAnd somewhere in the distanceThere's seven new people born