Tombstone Blues chords

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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
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The city fathers they're trying to endorse
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The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
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But the town has no need to be nervous
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The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
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To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
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A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
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At the head of the chamber of commerce

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Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
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Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
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I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues

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The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
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Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
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Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
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And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
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Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
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He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
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"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
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You will not die, it's not poison"

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Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
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Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
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I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues

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Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
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Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief
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Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
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Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
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The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
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Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
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And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
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Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"

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Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
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Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
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I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues

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The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
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Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
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Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
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Then sends them out to the jungle
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Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
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With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
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With a fantastic collection of stamps
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To win friends and influence his uncle

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Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
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Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
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I am in troube with the tombstone blues

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The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
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Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
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At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
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But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
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Now, I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
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I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
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Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
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He could die happily ever after

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Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
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Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
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I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues

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Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
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Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
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And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
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To the old folks home and the college
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Now, I wish I could write you a melody so plain
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That could hold you dear lady from going insane
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That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
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Of your useless and pointless knowledge

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Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
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Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
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I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues

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