Tombstone Blues

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps

You will not die, it's not poison"
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
She ain't got no shoes
At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
Daddy's in the alley
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Daddy's in the alley
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
She ain't got no shoes

He is lookin' for food

To the old folks home and the college
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
Mama's in the factory
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
He is lookin' for food
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse

Mama's in the factory

Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul

Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
She ain't got no shoes
To win friends and influence his uncle
He is lookin' for food
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With the tombstone blues
I am in the kitchen
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
With the tombstone blues
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B DeMille
Mama's in the factory
At the head of the chamber of commerce
I am in the kitchen

I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
With the tombstone blues
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Mama's in the factory
I am in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
She ain't got no shoes
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Daddy's in the alley
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride

He is lookin' for food
Then sends them out to the jungle
Mama's in the factory
Daddy's in the alley

He is lookin' for food

But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
I am in trouble
He is lookin' for food
The hysterical bride in the Penny Arcade
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
She ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley
And now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside

That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
I am in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
I am in the kitchen
The Jezebel the nun, she violently knits

Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
Daddy's in the alley
She ain't got no shoes
With a fantastic collection of stamps
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
He could die happily ever after

With the tombstone blues
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
Mama's in the factory