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Title: Bob Dylan - Tombstone Blues lyrics
Artist: Bob Dylan Lyrics
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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they’re trying to endorse
The reincarnation of paul revere’s horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of belle starr she hands down her wits
To jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for jack the ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin for food
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans ’i’ve just been made’
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says ’my advice is to not let the boys in’
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
’stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it’s not poison’
Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin for food
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Well john the baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the commander-in-chief
Saying ’tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
The commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying ’death to all those who would whimper and cry’
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying ’the sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken’
Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin for food
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The king of the philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their gravs
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin for food
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes galileo’s math book to get thrown
At delilah who’s sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now I wish I could give brother bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and cecil b. demille
He could die happily ever after
Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin for food
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
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