Chords for Bob Dylan - Tombstone Blues (Official Audio)

Tempo:
123.65 bpm
Chords used:

F#

B

C#

F#m

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Bob Dylan - Tombstone Blues (Official Audio) chords
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[F#]
The sweet pretty [B] things on [F#] Bednow's horse, The city fathers they're [B] trying to [F#] endorse,
The reincarnation of [B] Paul [F#] Revere's horse, But the town has [B] no need to [F#] be nervous.
The ghost of Belle's star, [B] she hands down [F#] her wits,
To Jezebel the nun [B] she violently [F#] knits, A bald wig for Jack the [B] Ripper [F#] who sits,
At the head of [B] the chamber [F#] of commerce.
[B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a [F#] tombstone blue.
The hysterical bride [B] in the penny [F#] arcade,
Screaming, shemones [B] have just been [F#]
made,
Then sends out for the doctor [B] who pulls down [F#] the shade,
And says my advice [B] is to not [F#] let the boys in.
Now the medicine man comes and [B] he shuffles [F#] inside,
He walks with a swagger [B] and he says to the [F#] bride,
Stop all this weeping, [B] swallow your [F#] pride,
You will not [B] die, it's [F#] not poison.
[B]
Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B]
Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B]
I'm in the kitchen [F#] with a tombstone blue.
Well John the Baptist [B] after torturing [F#] a thief,
Looks up at his hero, [B] the commander in [F#] chief,
Saying tell me great hero, [B] but please make [F#] it brief,
Is there a hole [B] for me to get [F#] sick in?
The commander in chief answers him [B] while chasing [F#] a fly,
Saying death to all those [B] who would whimper [F#] and cry,
And dropping a barbell [B] he points to [F#] the sky,
Saying the sun's not [B] yellow, [F#] it's chicken.
[B]
Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B]
Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B]
I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone [F#] blue.
The king of the [B] philistines, his soldiers [F#] to save,
Puts jawbones on their [B] tombstones and flatters [F#] their graves,
Puts the pipers in [B] prison and frightens [F#] the slaves,
And sends them [B] out to [F#] the jungle.
Gypsy Davey with a [B] blowtorch, he burns out [F#] their camps,
With his faithful slave Pedro [B]
behind him [F#] he tramps,
With a fantastic [B]
collection [F#] of stamps,
To win [B] friends and [F#] influence his uncle.
[B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in trouble [F#] with the tombstone blue.
The geometry of innocent [B] flesh on [F#] the bone,
Causes [B] Galileo's math book [F#] to get thrown,
At Delilah who's [B] sitting [F#] worthlessly alone,
But the tears [B] on her cheeks are [F#] from laughter.
I wish I could give [B] brother Bill his [F#] great thrill,
I would set him in chains at [B] the top of [F#] the hill,
Then send out for some pillars [B] and set some beat [F#] to mill,
He could die [B] happily ever [F#] after.
[B]
Mama's in the factory, she [F#] ain't got no shoes,
[B]
Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B]
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone [F#] blue.
Arrhenian Beethoven [B] once unwrapped a [F#] bedroll,
Two of the players now [B] rehearse around the [F#] flagpole,
And the National Bank and a prophet [B] sells road maps [F#] for the soul,
To the old [B] folks home [F#] in the college.
I wish I could write [B] you a melody [F#] so plain,
That could hold you dear lady [B] from going [F#] insane,
That could ease you and cool [B] you and cease [F#] the pain,
Of your [B] useless and pointless [F#] knowledge.
[B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with the [F#] tombstone blue.
[C#]
[F#m] [F#]
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C#
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F#m
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F#
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C#
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Let's start jamming Bob Dylan - Ballad Of A Thin Man chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - F#, B and F# in sequence. For best results, commence at 61 BPM and progress to the song's BPM of 124. Align the capo with your vocal depth and chord choice, bearing in mind the song's original key: B Major.

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_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The sweet pretty [B] things on _ [F#] Bednow's horse, The city fathers they're [B] trying to [F#] endorse,
The _ reincarnation of [B] Paul [F#] Revere's horse, But the town has [B] no need to [F#] be nervous. _ _ _
_ _ The ghost of Belle's star, [B] she hands down [F#] her wits,
To Jezebel the nun [B] she violently [F#] knits, A bald wig for Jack the [B] Ripper [F#] who sits,
At the head of [B] the chamber [F#] of commerce.
_ _ [B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a [F#] tombstone blue. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The hysterical bride [B] in the penny [F#] arcade,
_ Screaming, shemones [B] have just been [F#]
made,
Then sends out for the doctor [B] who pulls down [F#] the shade,
And says my advice [B] is to not [F#] let the boys in.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now the medicine man comes and [B] he shuffles [F#] inside,
He walks with a swagger [B] and he says to the [F#] bride, _
Stop all this weeping, [B] swallow your [F#] pride,
You will not [B] die, it's [F#] not poison.
_ _ [B]
Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B]
Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B]
I'm in the kitchen [F#] with a tombstone blue. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well _ _ _ _ _ John the Baptist [B] after torturing [F#] a thief,
Looks up at his hero, [B] the commander in [F#] chief,
Saying tell me great hero, [B] but please make [F#] it brief,
Is there a hole [B] for me to get [F#] sick in?
_ _ _ The commander in chief answers him [B] while chasing [F#] a fly,
Saying death to all those [B] who would whimper [F#] and cry,
And dropping a barbell [B] he points to [F#] the sky,
Saying the sun's not [B] yellow, [F#] it's chicken.
_ _ [B]
Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B]
Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B]
I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone [F#] blue. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The king of the [B] philistines, his soldiers [F#] to save,
Puts jawbones on their [B] tombstones and flatters [F#] their graves,
Puts the pipers in [B] prison and frightens [F#] the slaves,
And sends them [B] out to [F#] the jungle. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Gypsy Davey with a [B] blowtorch, he burns out [F#] their camps,
With his faithful slave Pedro [B]
behind him [F#] he tramps,
With a fantastic [B]
collection [F#] of stamps,
To win [B] friends and [F#] influence his uncle.
_ _ _ _ [B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in trouble [F#] with the tombstone blue. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The geometry of innocent [B] flesh on [F#] the bone, _
_ Causes [B] Galileo's math book [F#] to get thrown,
At Delilah who's [B] sitting [F#] worthlessly alone,
But the tears [B] on her cheeks are [F#] from laughter. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I wish I could give [B] brother Bill his [F#] great thrill,
I would set him in chains at [B] the top of [F#] the hill,
Then send out for some pillars [B] and set some beat [F#] to mill,
He could die [B] happily ever [F#] after.
_ _ _ [B]
Mama's in the factory, she [F#] ain't got no shoes,
[B]
Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B]
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone [F#] blue. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Arrhenian Beethoven [B] once unwrapped a [F#] bedroll, _
Two of the players now [B] rehearse around the [F#] flagpole,
And the National Bank and a prophet [B] sells road maps [F#] for the soul,
To the old [B] folks home [F#] in the college.
I _ _ _ _ _ _ wish I could write [B] you a melody [F#] so plain,
That could hold you dear lady [B] from going [F#] insane,
That could ease you and cool [B] you and cease [F#] the pain,
Of your [B] useless and pointless [F#] _ knowledge.
_ [B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes,
[B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with the [F#] tombstone blue. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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This song was penned by Bob Dylan.

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