Tombstone Blues (Live)

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 fact'ry, 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

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 prideYou 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' for the fuse

I'm in the streets with the tombstone blues

Well, John the

Baptist after torturing a thief

Looks 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?"

The Commander-in-

Chief answers him, 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 is 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 the fuse

I'm in the streets with the tombstone blues