Текст песни Linda Ronstadt - Just Like Tom Thumb`s Blues
Linda Ronstadt - Just Like Tom Thumb`s Blues слова песни
written by Bob Dylan© W.B. Music (ASCAP)When you`re lost in the rain in Juarez and it`s Eastertime tooAnd your gravity fails and negativity won`t pull you throughDon`t put on any airs when you`re down on Rue Morgue AvenueThey got some hungry women there and they`ll really make a mess out of youWell if you see Saint Annie please tell her thanks a lotI cannot move and my fingers they are all in a knotI don`t have the strength to get up and take another shotAnd my best friend the doctor won`t even say what it is I gotSweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloomShe speaks good English and she invites you up into her roomAnd you`re so kind and careful not to go to her too soonAnd she takes your voice and she leaves you howling at the moonWell up on housing project hill it`s either fortune or fameYou must pick one or the other though neither of them are to be what they claimAnd if you`re looking to get silly you better go back to from where you cameBecause the cops don`t need you and man they expect the sameNow all the authorities they just stand around and boastHow they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his postAnd picking up Angel who just arrived here from the coastWho looked so fine at first and she left looking just like a ghostWell I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuffEverybody said they`d stand beside me when the game got roughBut the joke was on me there was nobody even there to bluffI`m going back to New York City I do believe I`ve had enough