"Tombstone blues" by Bob Dylan performed live on the 4th of september 2010 during a busking session by Wholebrain @ Alessandria, Italy.
A special thank to Fabio Bosco for the video recording and the A/V editing.
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Tombstone blues - Lyrics
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 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"
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 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 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 barbell 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 food
I'm here in trouble
With my tombstone blues
Where Ma' Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and 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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With my tombstone blues
Complimenti ragazzo,sei spettacolare.
p.s.continua a fare sta musica e fottitene della tv..
zapatagun 1 month ago
@zapatagun grazie, seguirò il tuo consiglio nonostante la fame ;)
AltManMel 1 month ago
Sei bravissimo!!
n00d1388 11 months ago
@n00d1388 Grazie mille!! =)
AltManMel 11 months ago
Oh my! You are really good! I´m impressed!
TheMaiden333 11 months ago
@TheMaiden333 Thank you very very much man!
AltManMel 11 months ago