Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues Lyrics by Bob Dylan

Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues Lyrics

    When you're lost in the rain in juarez
    And it's eastertime too
    And your gravity fails
    And negativity don't pull you through
    Don't put on any airs
    When you're down on rue morgue avenue
    They got some hungry women there
    And they really make a mess outa you

    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
    And 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

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