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Lyrics for Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues by Bob Dylan:
| | | Artist: | Bob Dylan |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 162 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I
do believe I've had enough | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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