Just Like Tom Thumb`s Blues (sunday Concert Plus) — текст песни (Gordon Lightfoot)

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!

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of Doom,
She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room.
And you`re so kind, too careful not to go to her too soon,
Then she steals 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 of them is what they claim,
If you`re lookin` to get silly you`d better go back to from where you came,
Because the cops don`t need you and man they expect the same!

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 there to even call my bluff,
I`m going back to New York City I do believe I`ve had enough,
I`m going back to New York City I do believe I`ve had enough!