作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's looking 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"
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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then 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 looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now 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. 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 looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
Now 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 looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone bluesve
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:13.740]The city fathers they're trying to endorse
[00:17.620]The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
[00:21.440]But the town has no need to be nervous
[00:24.730]
[00:26.070]The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
[00:31.590]To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
[00:35.290]A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
[00:39.200]At the head of the chamber of commerce
[00:42.130]
[00:43.330]Mama's in the factory
[00:44.960]She ain't got no shoes
[00:47.080]Daddy's in the alley
[00:48.710]He's looking for food
[00:51.190]I'm in the kitchen
[00:52.980]With the tombstone blues
[00:55.380]
[00:57.470]The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
[01:05.180]Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
[01:09.440]Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
[01:13.090]Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
[01:16.510]
[01:18.400]Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
[01:23.940]He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
[01:27.930]"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
[01:31.550]You will not die, it's not poison"
[01:35.720]
[01:36.130]Mama's in the factory
[01:37.360]She ain't got no shoes
[01:40.070]Daddy's in the alley
[01:41.360]He's looking for the foods
[01:43.600]I'm in the kitchen
[01:45.300]With the tombstone blues
[01:57.580]
[01:58.460]Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
[02:02.280]Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
[02:06.050]Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
[02:09.850]Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
[02:13.270]
[02:14.390]The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
[02:18.890]Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
[02:22.710]And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
[02:26.260]Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
[02:30.270]
[02:30.860]Mama's in the factory
[02:32.240]She ain't got no shoes
[02:34.350]Daddy's in the alley
[02:36.270]He's looking for the foods
[02:38.810]I'm in the kitchen
[02:40.170]With the tombstone blues
[02:44.240]
[02:45.670]The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
[02:51.520]Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
[02:57.180]Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
[03:00.890]Then sends them out to the jungle
[03:03.890]
[03:05.080]Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
[03:12.240]With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
[03:15.390]With a fantastic collection of stamps
[03:19.350]To win friends and influence his uncle
[03:22.420]
[03:23.790]Mama's in the factory
[03:25.960]She ain't got no shoes
[03:27.820]Daddy's in the alley
[03:29.980]He's looking for the foods
[03:31.860]I'm in the kitchen
[03:34.030]With the tombstone blues
[03:38.630]
[03:39.990]The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
[03:52.650]Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
[03:56.360]At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
[04:00.120]But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
[04:03.430]
[04:04.950]Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
[04:11.500]I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
[04:15.350]Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
[04:19.300]He could die happily ever after
[04:22.330]
[04:23.720]Mama's in the factory
[04:24.980]She ain't got no shoes
[04:27.130]Daddy's in the alley
[04:28.990]He's looking for the foods
[04:31.250]I'm in the kitchen
[04:33.330]With the tombstone blues
[04:35.750]
[04:41.840]Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
[04:58.220]Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
[05:02.080]And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
[05:06.270]To the old folks home and the college
[05:09.310]
[05:12.560]Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
[05:16.640]That could hold you dear lady from going insane
[05:20.620]That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
[05:24.280]Of your useless and pointless knowledge
[05:28.670]
[05:28.670]
[05:30.880]Mama's in the factory
[05:31.790]She ain't got no shoes
[05:33.910]Daddy's in the alley
[05:35.430]He's looking for the foods
[05:37.580]I'm in the kitchen
[05:38.350]With the tombstone bluesve
作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's looking 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"
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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
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 factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then 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 looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now 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. 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 looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
Now 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 looking for the foods
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone bluesve
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:13.740]The city fathers they're trying to endorse
[00:17.620]The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
[00:21.440]But the town has no need to be nervous
[00:24.730]
[00:26.070]The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
[00:31.590]To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
[00:35.290]A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
[00:39.200]At the head of the chamber of commerce
[00:42.130]
[00:43.330]Mama's in the factory
[00:44.960]She ain't got no shoes
[00:47.080]Daddy's in the alley
[00:48.710]He's looking for food
[00:51.190]I'm in the kitchen
[00:52.980]With the tombstone blues
[00:55.380]
[00:57.470]The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
[01:05.180]Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
[01:09.440]Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
[01:13.090]Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
[01:16.510]
[01:18.400]Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
[01:23.940]He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
[01:27.930]"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
[01:31.550]You will not die, it's not poison"
[01:35.720]
[01:36.130]Mama's in the factory
[01:37.360]She ain't got no shoes
[01:40.070]Daddy's in the alley
[01:41.360]He's looking for the foods
[01:43.600]I'm in the kitchen
[01:45.300]With the tombstone blues
[01:57.580]
[01:58.460]Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
[02:02.280]Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
[02:06.050]Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
[02:09.850]Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
[02:13.270]
[02:14.390]The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
[02:18.890]Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
[02:22.710]And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
[02:26.260]Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
[02:30.270]
[02:30.860]Mama's in the factory
[02:32.240]She ain't got no shoes
[02:34.350]Daddy's in the alley
[02:36.270]He's looking for the foods
[02:38.810]I'm in the kitchen
[02:40.170]With the tombstone blues
[02:44.240]
[02:45.670]The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
[02:51.520]Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
[02:57.180]Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
[03:00.890]Then sends them out to the jungle
[03:03.890]
[03:05.080]Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
[03:12.240]With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
[03:15.390]With a fantastic collection of stamps
[03:19.350]To win friends and influence his uncle
[03:22.420]
[03:23.790]Mama's in the factory
[03:25.960]She ain't got no shoes
[03:27.820]Daddy's in the alley
[03:29.980]He's looking for the foods
[03:31.860]I'm in the kitchen
[03:34.030]With the tombstone blues
[03:38.630]
[03:39.990]The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
[03:52.650]Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
[03:56.360]At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
[04:00.120]But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
[04:03.430]
[04:04.950]Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
[04:11.500]I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
[04:15.350]Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
[04:19.300]He could die happily ever after
[04:22.330]
[04:23.720]Mama's in the factory
[04:24.980]She ain't got no shoes
[04:27.130]Daddy's in the alley
[04:28.990]He's looking for the foods
[04:31.250]I'm in the kitchen
[04:33.330]With the tombstone blues
[04:35.750]
[04:41.840]Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
[04:58.220]Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
[05:02.080]And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
[05:06.270]To the old folks home and the college
[05:09.310]
[05:12.560]Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
[05:16.640]That could hold you dear lady from going insane
[05:20.620]That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
[05:24.280]Of your useless and pointless knowledge
[05:28.670]
[05:28.670]
[05:30.880]Mama's in the factory
[05:31.790]She ain't got no shoes
[05:33.910]Daddy's in the alley
[05:35.430]He's looking for the foods
[05:37.580]I'm in the kitchen
[05:38.350]With the tombstone bluesve