Sheryl Crow - Tombstone Blues Lyrics
Tombstone bluesThe 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 who violently knitsA bald wig for jack the ripper who sitsAt the head of the chamber of commerceMamas in the factryShe aint got no shoesDaddys in the alleyHes lookin for the fuseIm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesThe hysterical bride in the penny arcadeScreaming she moans, Ive just been madeThen she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shadeSays, 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 factryShe aint got no shoesDaddys in the alleyHes lookin for the fuseIm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesWell, john the baptist after torturing a thiefLooks up to his hero the commander-in-chiefTell me great hero, but please make it briefIs there a hole for me to get sick in?Commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a flySaying, death to all those who would whimper and cryAnd dropping a bar bell he points to the skySaving, the sun is not yellow it is chickenMamas in the factryShe aint got no shoesDaddys in the alleyHes lookin for the fuseIm in the streetsWith the tombstone blues
