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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTombstone Blues
TOMBSTONE BLUESThe sweet pretty things are in bed now of courseThe city fathers they're trying to endorseThe reincarnation of Paul Revere's horseBut the town has no need to be nervousThe ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her witsTo Jezebel the nun who violently knitsA bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sitsAt the head of the chamber of commerceMama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesThe hysterical bride in the penny arcadeScreaming she moans, "I've just been made"Then she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shadeSays, "My advice is to not let the boys in"Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles insideHe walks with a swagger and he says to the bride"Stop all this weeping, swallow your prideYou will not die, it's not poison"Mama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesWell, John the Baptist after torturing a thiefLooks up to his hero the Commander-in-Chief"Tell me great hero, but please make it briefIs there a hole for me to get sick in?"Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a flySaying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"And dropping a bar bell he points to the skySaving, "The sun is not yellow it is chicken"Mama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone blues
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