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
Start Jamming...
[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#]
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#]
Key:
F#
B
C#
F#m
F#
B
C#
F#m
_ _ [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#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ 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#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _