COnce upon a time you Dmdressed so fine You Emthrew the bums a dime Fin your prime, Gdidn't you? CPeople'd call, say, "DmBeware doll, you're Embound to fall" You Fthought they were all Ga-kiddin' you F You used toG laugh about F Everybody that wasG hangin' out F Now you dEmon't Dmtalk soC loud F Now you dEmon't Dmseem soC proud About Dmhaving to be Fscrounging for your next Gmeal. How does it Cfeel F G How does it Cfeel F G To be without a Chome F G Like a complete unCknown F G Like a rolling Cstone? F G You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? The Esweet 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 Aneed to be Enervous 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 AMama's in the factory She ain't Egot no shoes ADaddy's in the alley He's Elookin' for food AI'm in the kitchen With the tombstone Eblues 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 lookin' for food 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 Saying, "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 I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Puts 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 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 sitting 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 lookin' for food 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 lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry througout most of the song (shuffle style!)Standard guitar tuning:EADGBECapo on 2 fret|--3--3--3--3--| |--0--0--1--0--| |--0--0--0--0--| |--0--0--2--0--| |--2--2--x--2--| |--3--3--3--3--|
G G C G"Riff" Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, "Riff" Can't buy a thrill. "Riff" Well, I've been up all night, "Riff" Leanin' on the window sill. Well, Gif I G7die On Ctop of the Dhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllll "Riff" And if I don't make it, "Riff" You know my baby will. Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees? Don't the brakeman look good, mama, Flagging down the Double E? Don't the sun look good Goin' down over the sea? Don't my gal look fine When she's comin' after me? Now the wintertime is coming, The windows are filled with frost. I went to tell everybody, But I could not get across. Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss. Don't say I never warned you When your train gets lost.
CI got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid FShe's a junkyard angel and she always gives me Cbread Well, if I Ggo down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my Cbed. Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I'm lost on the river bridge I'm cracked up on the highway and on the water's edge She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed. Well, she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much She walks like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed. Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead I need a dump truck mama to unload my head She brings me everything and more, and just like I said Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
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Am Am Dm Am AmAmYou walk into the room /g# With your pencil in your hand YGou see somebody naked /[f#] And you say, "Who is that man?" FYou try so hard But you Dmdon't understand CJust what you will Emsay When you get Amhome BeCcause something is Emhappening here But you Amdon't know what it is F Am "intro" Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone?" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? AmYou have many contacts CAmong the lumberjacks To Fget you facts When someone attacks your imagiAmnation But nobody has any respect CAnyway they already expect you To Fjust give a check To Dmtax-deductible charity organiGzations G7 You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? When your Fmother Emsends back all Dmyour inviCtations And your Ffather to your Emsister Dmhe exGplains C F C /C /[b] Am That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations CWon't you come seeF me, Queen CJane? F CWon't you come Fsee me, Queen CJane? Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? OhA God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God say, "No." Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but The Dnext time you see me comin' you better Arun" Well EAbe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?" AGod says, "Out on Highway 61." Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes He asked poor Howard where can I go Howard said there's only one place I know Sam said tell me quick man I got to run 0l' Howard just pointed with his gun And said that way down on Highway 61. Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King I got forty red white and blue shoe strings And a thousand telephones that don't ring Do you know where I can get rid of these things And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son And he said yes I think it can be easily done Just take everything down to Highway 61. Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night Told the first father that things weren't right My complexion she said is much too white He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you're right Let me tell the second mother this has been done But the second mother was with the seventh son And they were both out on Highway 61. Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored He was tryin' to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before But yes I think it can be very easily done We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61. Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues When you're Glost in the rain in JuaCrez and it's Eastertime Gtoo And your Ggravity fails and negaCtivity don't pull you Gthrough Don't Cput on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue GAvenue They got some Dhungry women there and Cthey really make a mess outa Gyou Now if you see Saint Annie please tell her thanks a lot I cannot move my fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot And my best friend, my doctor won't even say what it is I've got Sweet Melinda the peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill it's either fortune or fame You must pick up one or the other though neither of them are to be what they claim If you're lookin' to get silly you better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you ynd man they expect the same Now all the authorities they just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post And picking up Angel who just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first but left looking just like a ghost I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me there was nobody even there to call my bluff I'm going back to New York City I do believe I've had enough C: 032010 Csus4: 033010 F(/C): 003211 G(/D): 220003 CThey're selling postcards of the hanging They're Fpainting the passports Cbrown The Gbeauty parlor is filled with sailors FThe circus is in Ctown CHere comes the blind commissioner They've Fgot him in a Ctrance One hand is Gtied to the tight-rope walker The Fother is in his Cpants And the Friot squad they're restless They Cneed somewhere to Fgo As CLady and I look Gout tonight From FDesolation CRow Csus4 Cinderella, she seems so easy "It takes one to know one," she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning "You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read "Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row" Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday WA♭ouhen you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row
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