Letra Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty things they're in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the hallway
Lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen with the
Tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the hallway
Lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen with the
Tombstone blues
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the hallway
Lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen with the
Tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the hallway
Lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen with the
Tombstone blues
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the hallway
Lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen with the
Tombstone blues
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the hallway
Lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen with the
Tombstone blues