Tombstone Blues
 

Written: B. Dylan; Sung: S. Crow, et. al; Backup & Tambourine: S. Nicks

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 who 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 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 she 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 and 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 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-Chief "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers, 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 factory 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

 


WEBMISTRESS speculates:

Stevie just plays tambourine on this and maybe adds her voice to backup here and there, but she doesn't exactly play a big role! Still, she's on it, so here we are. The song itself is not my favorite, but it's a cute ending to the concert because it's got enough verses for everybody to sing! Heck, they didn't even get to half of them. It's a long song. One thing about Bob Dylan, he might not be able to sing worth spit but he can sure write great lyrics.

 

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