Just Like Tom Thumb`s Blues — текст песни (Linda Ronstadt)

written by Bob Dylan
© W.B. Music (ASCAP)

When you`re lost in the rain in Juarez and it`s Eastertime too
And your gravity fails and negativity won`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`ll really make a mess out of you

Well if you see Saint Annie please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move 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 friend the doctor won`t even say what it is I 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 she leaves you howling at the moon

Well up on housing project hill it`s either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other though neither of them are to be what they claim
And if you`re looking 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 and she left looking just like a ghost

Well I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they`d stand beside 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