Bob Dylan-Tombstone Blues (unplugged)

Live MTV 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 Star 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 fact’ry She ain’t got no shoes Daddy’s in the alley He’s lookin’ for fuse 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 be bride “Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it’s not poison“. Mama’s in