Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues

JUST LIKE TOM THUMB'S BLUES

Bob Dylan

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When you're lost in the rain, in Juarez, and it's Eastertime too

When 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've got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess out of you

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If you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot

I cannot maove and my fingers, they are all in a knot

I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot

And my best, my doctor, won't even say what it is that 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 one or the other, though neither fo them ought to be what they

claim

And if you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came

Cause 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 one me, there was nobody there to even bluff

I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

Peace, love, and soul,

Paul Zimmerman