[00:00.00] 作词 : Dylan
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Dylan
[00:09.69]The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
[00:13.31]The city fathers they're trying to endorse
[00:17.50]The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
[00:21.38]But the town has no need to be nervous
[00:29.06]The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
[00:32.68]To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
[00:36.75]A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
[00:40.69]At the head of the chamber of commerce
[00:45.25]Mama's in the fact'ry
[00:47.00]She ain't got no shoes
[00:49.00]Daddy's in the alley
[00:50.31]He's lookin' for the fuse
[00:52.81]I'm in the streets
[00:54.19]With the tombstone blues
[01:12.62]The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
[01:15.13]
[01:16.81]Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
[01:20.50]Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
[01:24.25]Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
[01:31.93]Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
[01:35.87]He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
[01:39.94]"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
[01:43.48]You will not die, it's not poison"
[01:48.92]Mama's in the fact'ry
[01:50.67]She ain't got no shoes
[01:52.73]Daddy's in the alley
[01:54.11]He's lookin' for the fuse
[01:56.29]I'm in the streets
[01:57.99]With the tombstone blues
[02:16.54]Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
[02:19.60]
[02:20.69]Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
[02:24.51]Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
[02:27.70]Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
[02:35.51]The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
[02:39.69]Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
[02:43.25]And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
[02:46.88]Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
[02:52.50]Mama's in the fact'ry
[02:54.38]She ain't got no shoes
[02:56.25]Daddy's in the alley
[02:57.76]He's lookin' for the fuse
[02:59.95]I'm in the streets
[03:01.20]With the tombstone blues

作词 : Dylan
作曲 : Dylan
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues