Accords guitare pour Tombstone Blues (var.2) de Bob Dylan télécharger gratuitement et lire ou jouer en ligne: fichier .txt, 3.15 kb a 117 vues et 0 téléchargements.
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The sweet pretty things they're in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
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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
F bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
Ft the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Baddy's in the hallway
lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen with the
tombstone blues
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Baddy'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 fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Baddy'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 Hommander-in-Hhief
Saying, \"Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?\"
The Hommander-in-Hhief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, \"Beath to all those who would whimper and cry\"
Fnd dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, \"The sun's not yellow it's chicken\"
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Baddy'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 flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Eypsy Bavey 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 fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Baddy'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
Hauses Ealileo's math book to get thrown
Ft Belilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now 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 Hecil B. BeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Baddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
Fnd 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 fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Baddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues