BOB DYLAN - Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues lyrics

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When you're lost in the rain in juarez<br>And it's eastertime too<br>And your gravity fails<br>And negativity don't pull you through<br>Don't put on any airs<br>When you're down on rue morgue avenue<br>They got some hungry women there<br>And they really make a mess outa you<br><br>Now if you see saint annie<br>Please tell her thanks a lot<br>I cannot move<br>My fingers are all in a knot<br>I don't have the strength<br>To get up and take another shot<br>And my best friend, my doctor<br>Won't even say what it is I've got<br><br>Sweet melinda<br>The peasants call her the goddess of gloom<br>She speaks good english<br>And she invites you up into her room<br>And you're so kind<br>And careful not to go to her too soon<br>And she takes your voice<br>And leaves you howling at the moon<br><br>Up on housing project hill<br>It's either fortune or fame<br>You must pick up one or the other<br>Though neither of them are to be what they claim<br>If you're lookin' to get silly<br>You better go back to from where you came<br>Because the cops don't need you<br>And man they expect the same<br><br>Now all the authorities<br>They just stand around and boast<br>How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms<br>Into leaving his post<br>And picking up angel who<br>Just arrived here from the coast<br>Who looked so fine at first<br>But left looking just like a ghost<br><br>I started out on burgundy<br>But soon hit the harder stuff<br>Everybody said they'd stand behind me<br>When the game got rough<br>But the joke was on me<br>There was nobody even there to call my bluff<br>I'm going back to new york city<br>I do believe I've had enough