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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course<br />The city fathers they're trying to endorse<br />The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse<br />But the town has no need to be nervous<br /><br />The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits<br />To Jezebel the nun she violently knits<br />A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits<br />At the head of the chamber of commerce<br /><br />Mama's in the fact'ry<br />She ain't got no shoes<br />Daddy's in the alley<br />He's lookin' for food<br />I'm in the kitchen<br />With the tombstone blues<br /><br />The hysterical bride in the penny arcade<br />Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"<br />Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade<br />Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"<br /><br />Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside<br />He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride<br />"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride<br />You will not die, it's not poison"<br /><br />Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief<br />Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief<br />Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief<br />Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"<br /><br />The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly<br />Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"<br />And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky<br />Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"<br /><br />The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save<br />Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves<br />Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves<br />Then sends them out to the jungle<br /><br />Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps<br />With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps<br />With a fantastic collection of stamps<br />To win friends and influence his uncle<br /><br />The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone<br />Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown<br />At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone<br />But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter<br /><br />Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill<br />I would set him in chains at the top of the hill<br />Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille<br />He could die happily ever after<br /><br />Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll<br />Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole<br />And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul<br />To the old folks home and the college<br /><br />Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain<br />That could hold you dear lady from going insane<br />That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain<br />Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Letra nueva de la canción
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course<br />The city fathers they're trying to endorse<br />The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse<br />But the town has no need to be nervous<br /><br />The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits<br />To Jezebel the nun she violently knits<br />A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits<br />At the head of the chamber of commerce<br /><br />Mama's in the fact'ry<br />She ain't got no shoes<br />Daddy's in the alley<br />He's lookin' for food<br />I'm in the kitchen<br />With the tombstone blues<br /><br />The hysterical bride in the penny arcade<br />Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"<br />Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade<br />Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"<br /><br />Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside<br />He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride<br />"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride<br />You will not die, it's not poison"<br /><br />Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief<br />Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief<br />Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief<br />Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"<br /><br />The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly<br />Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"<br />And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky<br />Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"<br /><br />The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save<br />Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves<br />Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves<br />Then sends them out to the jungle<br /><br />Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps<br />With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps<br />With a fantastic collection of stamps<br />To win friends and influence his uncle<br /><br />The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone<br />Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown<br />At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone<br />But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter<br /><br />Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill<br />I would set him in chains at the top of the hill<br />Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille<br />He could die happily ever after<br /><br />Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll<br />Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole<br />And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul<br />To the old folks home and the college<br /><br />Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain<br />That could hold you dear lady from going insane<br />That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain<br />Of your useless and pointless knowledge
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