Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues歌词

Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues
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 bluff

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