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Tombstone Blues 1

Bob Dylan © 1965 Warner Bros.-7 Arts Inc., renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)


29 July 1965
cd imgHIGHWAY 61 REVISITED
cd imgBIOGRAPH
cd imgCAN YOU PLEASE CRAWL OUT YOUR WINDOW (Vinyl EP)
cd imgGENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3 The Third One Now (T-636)
cd imgHIGHWAY 61 REVISTED AGAIN (T-174)

  Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 12, album version  
  Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 12, overdubbed w/ Chamber Brothers on 3.aug.1965  

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they are tryin' to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
For 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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, ''i've just been made''
An' sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
An' says, ''My advice is to not let the boys in.''

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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

Well John the baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up his hero, the commander in chief
Sayin', ''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 chasin' a fly
sayin', ''Death to all those who would whimper and cry''
And droppin' a barbell he points to the sky,
Sayin', ''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 food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flattens their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
An' sends them out to the jungle.

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns 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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble
With the tombstone blues.

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who's sittin' worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter.

I wish i could gave 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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen 
With the tombstone blues.

Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped a bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the national bank at a profit sells roadmaps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college.

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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.  up
    

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Tombstone Blues 2


29 July 1965
cd imgTHE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition)

  Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 1 remake  

The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers they are plannin' 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 factory
She's carryin' her fuse
Daddy's in the alley
He ain't got no shoes
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, ''i've just been made''
An' sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
An' says, ''My advice is to not let the boys in.''

Then the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger an' he says to the bride
''Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison!''

Daddy's in the factory
He ain't got no shoes
Mama's in the alley
She's lightin' the fuse
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The blacksmith with frackles after torturing a thief
Looks up his hero, the commander in chief
Sayin', ''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 chasin' a fly
Sayin', ''Death to all those that would whimper and cry''
And droppin' a barbell he points to the sky,
Saying, ''The sun's not yellow, it's chicken!''

Mama's in the kitchen
She ain't wearin' no shoes
Daddy's in the factory
He's lightin' the fuse
I'm in the alley
I ain't (mumbles)

The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flattens their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and he fattens the slaves
An' sends them out to the jungle.

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns 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.

Daddy's in the factory
Ain't wearin' no shoes
Mama's in the alley
She's lightin' the fuse
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Get Galileo's math book is thrown
At Delilah who's sittin' worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter.

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. De Mille
He could die happily ever after.

Mama's in the kitchen
Ain't wearin' no shoes
Daddy's in the hut
He's lightin' the fuse
I'm in the factory 
With the tombstone blues.

Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the national bank's selling roadmaps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college.

I wish i could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane
That could cool you and ease you and cease the pain
Of your pointless and useless knowledge.

Daddy's in the kitchen
He ain't got no shoes
Mama's on the factory
She's lightin' the fuse
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

All right!  up
    

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Tombstone Blues 3


29 July 1965
cd imgTHE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 7 NO DIRECTION HOME
cd imgTHE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition) #2

  Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 9  

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they are tryin' 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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, ''i've just been made''
Sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
An' says, ''My advice is to not let the boys in.''

Then 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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

Ah, John the blacksmith, he's torturing a thief
Says to 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 him while chasing a fly
Sayin', ''Death to all those who would whimper and cry''
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky,
Sayin', ''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 food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues...

I ca'n sing ...
You got to put a wall up over him.  up
    

 Recording dates & record list

29 July 1965 1 HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED
BIOGRAPH
CAN YOU PLEASE CRAWL OUT YOUR WINDOW (single)
GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3 The Third One Now (b)
HIGHWAY 61 REVISTED AGAIN (b)
29 July 1965 3 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 7 NO DIRECTION HOME
THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition) #2
29 July 1965 2 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition)
4 Dec 1965 LONG DISTANCE OPERATOR (b)
28 May 1984 THE JOKERMAN PLAYS IN THE ARENA (vb)
5 July 1984 REAL LIVE
15 Nov 1994 THE UNPLUGGED REHEARSALS
17 Nov 1994 MTV UNPLUGGED
COMPLETELY UNPLUGGED (b)
31 Mar 1995 BOB'S FULL HOUSE BRIXTON III (b)
27 May 1995 LOUD AND STRONG (b)
4 Aug 1996 NOT DARK YET (single)
HARD TO FIND Vol. 5 (Lost Track Searcher) (b)
7 Oct 2002 DON'T SHOOT THE PIANO PLAYER (b)