Chords for Dom Martin Tombstone Blues

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_ The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course, _ the city fathers they're trying to
endorse a reincarnation [Bb] of Paul Revere's [F] horse.
[Bb] But the town has no need [F] to be nervous, _ _ the ghost of Belle Star she hands down her wits,
to Jezebel the nun [Bb] she violently [F] knits.
Our fault we put [Bb] Jack the Ripper [F] who sits [Bb] at the head of the chamber [F] of commerce. _ _
[Bb] Mama's in the factory [F] she ain't got no shoes, [Bb] and he's in the alley [Fm] he's looking for fools.
[Bb] _ I'm in the kitchen with her [Ab]
[C] tombstone blues.
_ _ Yeah, [Fm] yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The hysterical [F] bride in the panty arcade, _ screaming she moans I've just been made.
Then stands out for the [Bb] doctor who [F] pulls down the [Bb] shade, my advice is to not let [F] them boys in.
Now the medicine man [Bb] comes and he [F] shuffles inside, he walks with a swagger and he says to the bride,
stop all this weeping, swallow your pride, you [Bb] will not die, it's not [F] _ poison.
_ _ [Bb] Mama's in the factory [F] she ain't got no shoes, [Bb] daddy's in the alley [F] he's looking for fools.
_ [Bb] I'm in the kitchen with [Ab] her [C] tombstone blues. _ _
_ Yeah, [F] yeah. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well John the Baptist after torturing a thief, looks up to his hero the commander in chief,
says tell me great hero but please make it [Bb] brief, is there a hole for me to get [F] sick in? _ _ _ _
_ _ The commander in chief answers him [Bb] while [F] chasing a fly, says dance to all those who would whimper and cry.
Then dropping a barbell he points to the sky, [Bb] says the sun ain't yellow, [F]
it's chicken.
And the king of the Philistines [Bb] his soul's just [F] a save, put jawbones on [Bb] tombstones and flatten [F] the graves.
Put the pot poppers in prison [Bb] and fatten [F] the slaves [Bb] then send them out into the [Fm] jungle.
_ _ Well Gypsy [F] Davy with a blowtorch he burns out the camps, with his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps.
With a fantastic [Bb] collection of [F] stamps to [Bb] influence and influence [F] his uncle.
_ _ [Bb] Mama's in the factory [F] she ain't got no shoes, [Bb] daddy's in the alley [F] he's looking for fools.
_ [Bb] I'm in trouble with that [Ab] tombstone [C] _ _ blues. _
Yeah, [F] yeah. _ _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [F] Geometry of [Bb] innocence and flesh [F] on the bone, cause it's _ [Bb] Galileo's math book to [F] get thrown.
After Lila who's sitting [Bb] worthlessly [F] alone, [Bb] put the tears on her cheeks [F] out from laughter.
_ Well I wish I could give brother Billy's big thrill, I would set him in chains [Bb] at the top [F] of the hill.
Then send out for some [Bb] pillars and Cece to [F] be the mill, [Bb] he could die happily ever [Fm] after.
_ [F] Well, Mother Amy and Beethoven want [Bb] some wrapped [F] up bedroll, tuba players now rehearsed around the flagpole.
And a national bank and a prophet sells roadmaps for the soul [Bb] to the old folks [F] home in the collies.
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain, that could hold you dear lady [Bb] from [F] going insane.
That could ease you and [Bb] cool you and [F] cease the pain [Bb] of your useless and [F] pointless knowledge.
_ _ [Bb] Mama's in the [F] factory she ain't got no shoes, [Bb] daddy's in the alley [F] he's looking for fools.
_ [Bb] I'm in the kitchen with that [Ebm] tombstone [C] _ _ blues.
_ Yeah, [F] yeah. _ _ _ _
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