Bob Dylan - Tombstone Blues Lyrics
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of courseThe city fathers theyre trying to endorseThe reincarnation of paul reveres horseBut the town has no need to be nervousThe ghost of belle starr she hands down her witsTo jezebel the nun she violently knitsA bald wig for jack the ripper who sitsAt the head of the chamber of commerceMamas in the factory, she aint got no shoesDaddys in the alley, hes lookin for foodIm in the kitchen with the tombstone bluesThe hysterical bride in the penny arcadeScreaming she moans Ive just been madeThen sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shadeAnd says my advice is to not let the boys inNow the medicine man comes and he shuffles insideHe walks with a swagger and he says to the bridestop all this weeping, swallow your prideYou will not die, its not poisonMamas in the factory, she aint got no shoesDaddys in the alley, hes lookin for foodIm in the kitchen with the tombstone bluesWell john the baptist after torturing a thiefLooks up at his hero the commander-in-chiefSaying tell me great hero, but please make it briefIs there a hole for me to get sick in?The commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a flySaying death to all those who would whimper and cryAnd dropping a barbell he points to the skySaying the suns not yellow, its chickenMamas in the factory, she aint got no shoesDaddys in the alley, hes lookin for foodIm in the kitchen with the tombstone bluesThe king of the philistines his soldiers to savePut jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their gravsPuts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slavesThen sends them out to the jungleGypsy davey with a blowtorch he burns out their campsWith his faithful slave pedro behind him he trampsWith a fantastic collection of stampsTo win friends and influence his uncleMamas in the factory, she aint got no shoesDaddys in the alley, hes lookin for foodIm in the kitchen with the tombstone bluesThe geometry of innocent flesh on the boneCauses galileos math book to get thrownAt delilah whos sitting worthlessly aloneBut the tears on her cheeks are from laughterNow I wish I could give brother bill his great thrillI would set him in chains at the top of the hillThen send out for some pillars and cecil b. demilleHe could die happily ever afterMamas in the factory, she aint got no shoesDaddys in the alley, hes lookin for foodIm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
