Текст песни Tombstone Blues

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 Star 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 fuse

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

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 be 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' the fuse

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 bar bell 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 fuse

I'm in the kitchen

With the tombstone blues.

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
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Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves

Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves

Then sends them out to the jungle.

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he bums 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 fact'ry

She ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley

He's lookin' for fuse

I'm in trouble

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. DeMille

He could die happily ever after.

Mama's in the fact'ry

She ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley

He's lookin' for fuse

I'm in the kitchen

With the tombstone blues.

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll

Tuba players now rehearsal around the flagpole

And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps or the soul

To the old folks home in the college.

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain

That could hold you dear lady from going insane

That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain

Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry

She ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley

He's lookin' for fuse

I'm in the kitchen

With the tombstone blues.

Bob Dylan Tombstone Blues