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Tombstone Blues 1 Bob Dylan © 1965 Warner Bros.-7 Arts Inc., renewed 1993 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

29 July 1965 HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED BIOGRAPH CAN YOU PLEASE CRAWL OUT YOUR WINDOW (EP) GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3     The Third One Now (T-636) HIGHWAY 61 REVISTED AGAIN (T-174) mid-May 2021     SHADOW KINGDOM [july 18, 2021] SHADOW KINGDOM

Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 12, album version Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 12, overdubbed w/ Chamber Brothers on 3.aug.1965 Shadow Kingdom recording sessions, Santa Monica CA - Apr/May 2021, skipping verses 8, 9 and chorus (sk) The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they are tryin' to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse For 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 factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley [He's lookin' for food / Lookin' for the fuse(sk)] I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming, she moans, "i've just been made" An' sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade An' says, "My advice is to not let the boys in." 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/won't] die, it's not poison!" Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley [He's lookin' for food / Lookin' for the fuse(sk)] I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Well John the baptist after torturing a thief Looks up his hero, the commander in chief Sayin', "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 chasin' a fly Sayin', "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And droppin' a barbell he points to the sky Sayin', "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken!" Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley [He's lookin' for food / Lookin' for the fuse(sk)] I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flattens their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves An' sends them out to the jungle. Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle. Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in trouble With the tombstone blues. The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who's sittin' worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter. I wish i could gave brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after. Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley [He's lookin' for food / Lookin' for the fuse(sk)] I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the national bank at a profit sells roadmaps for the soul To the old folks home and the college. I wish i could write you a melody so plain That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge. Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley [He's lookin' for food / Lookin' for the fuse(sk)] I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues.

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Tombstone Blues 2

29 July 1965 THE CUTTING EDGE: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 12 / 1965-1966 (DeLuxe Edition)

Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 1 remake The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course The city fathers they are plannin' 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 factory She's carryin' her fuse Daddy's in the alley He ain't got no shoes I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming, she moans, "i've just been made" An' sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade An' says, "My advice is to not let the boys in." Then the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger an' he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison!" Daddy's in the factory He ain't got no shoes Mama's in the alley She's lightin' the fuse I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. The blacksmith with frackles after torturing a thief Looks up his hero, the commander in chief Sayin', "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 chasin' a fly Sayin', "Death to all those that would whimper and cry" And droppin' a barbell he points to the sky, Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken!" Mama's in the kitchen She ain't wearin' no shoes Daddy's in the factory He's lightin' the fuse I'm in the alley I ain't (mumbles) The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flattens their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and he fattens the slaves An' sends them out to the jungle. Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro, behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle. Daddy's in the factory Ain't wearin' no shoes Mama's in the alley She's lightin' the fuse I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone Get Galileo's math book is thrown At Delilah who's sittin' worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter. I wish i could give brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. De Mille He could die happily ever after. Mama's in the kitchen Ain't wearin' no shoes Daddy's in the hut He's lightin' the fuse I'm in the factory With the tombstone blues. Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the national bank's selling roadmaps for the soul To the old folks home and the college. I wish i could write you a melody so plain That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane That could cool you and ease you and cease the pain Of your pointless and useless knowledge. Daddy's in the kitchen He ain't got no shoes Mama's on the factory She's lightin' the fuse I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. All right!

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Tombstone Blues 3, interrupted

29 July 1965 NO DIRECTION HOME The Soundtrack:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 7 THE CUTTING EDGE: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 12 / 1965-1966 (DeLuxe Edition) #2

Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 9, interrupted The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they are tryin' 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 factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming, she moans, "i've just been made" Sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade An' says, "My advice is to not let the boys in." Then 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 factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Ah, John the blacksmith, he's torturing a thief Says to his hero, the commander in chief "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 Sayin', "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a barbell he points to the sky, Sayin', "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken!" Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the food I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues... I can't sing ... You got to put a wall up over him.

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Tombstone Blues 4

24 July 1965 YouTube song

Newport Folk Festival 1965, Newport RI - 25 july 1965, live debut The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they are plannin' 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 who violently knits A bald wig for Jack the ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce. The screaming bride in the penny arcade Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made" An' send out for the doctor who pulls down the shade An' says, "My advice is to not let the boys in." Then the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger an' he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping an' swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison!" The blacksmith and the boy scout after torturing a thief Looking up at their hero, the commander in chief Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for us to get sick in?" The commander in chief answers while pounding a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a barbell he points to the sky Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken!" The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones, then flattens their graves Sends the pied pipers to prison and fattens the slaves An' sends them out to the jungle. While Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a thousand dollar collection of stamps To win friends and to influence his uncle. The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone Keeps Galileo busy while his math book gets thrown In lazy Delilah's lap who sits worthlessly alone And the tears on her cheeks are from laughter. She wishes she could give brother Bill his great thrill And set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after. Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the national bank's selling roadmaps for the soul To the old folks home and the college. I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane That could ease you and calm you and cease the pain Of your pointless and useless knowledge.