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Lyrics for Tombstone Blues by Sheryl Crow:
| | | Artist: | Sheryl Crow |
| | Album: | Live From Central Park | | Track: | Tombstone Blues | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 74 | | | | 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
[Chorus]
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 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"
Chorus
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 bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
Chorus
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Put 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
Gypsy Davey 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
Chorus
The geometry of
innocence flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits
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 Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever
after
Chorus
Where Ma Raney 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
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