Bob Dylan – Tombstone Blues 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 fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
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
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 fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Well,John the Baptist after
torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero
the Commander-in-Chrief
Saying, “Tell me great hero,
but please make it brief
Is there s 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 fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The kinks of Philistines
his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstone
and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipes 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 faith slave Pedro
behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection
of stamps
To win friends and
influence his uncle

Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocence flesh
on the bone
Causes Galileo’s math book
to get thrown
At Delilah
who sits 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. DeMile
He could die happy ever after

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