Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

When youre lost in the rain in juarez

And its eastertime too

And your gravity fails

And negativity dont pull you through

Dont put on any airs

When youre 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 dont have the strength

To get up and take another shot

And my best friend, my doctor

Wont even say what it is Ive got



Sweet melinda

The peasants call her the goddess of gloom

She speaks good english

And she invites you up into her room

And youre 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

Its either fortune or fame

You must pick up one or the other

Though neither of them are to be what they claim

If youre lookin to get silly

You better go back to from where you came

Because the cops dont 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 theyd stand behind me

When the game got rough

But the joke was on me

There was nobody even there to call my bluff

Im going back to new york city

I do believe Ive had enough