Текст песни Nina Simone - Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues
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Bob dylanWhen youre lost in the rain in juarezAnd its easter time tooAnd your gravity failsAnd negativity dont pull you throughDont put on any airsWhen youre down on rue morgue avenueThey got some hungry women thereAnd they really make a mess out of youNow if you see saint anniePlease tell her thanks a lotI cannot moveMy fingers are all in a knotI dont have the strengthTo get up and take another shotAnd my best friend my doctorWont even say what it is I have gotSweet melindaThe peasants call her the goddess of gloomShe speaks good englishAnd she invites you up into her roomAnd youre so kindAnd careful not to go to her too soonAnd she takes your voiceAnd leaves you howling at the moonUp on housing project hillIts either fortune or fameYou must pick one or the otherThough neither of themAre to be what they claimIf youre looking to get sillyYou better go back from where you cameBecause the cops dont need youAnd man they expect the sameNow all the authoritiesThey just stand around and boastHew they blackmailed the sergeant at armsInto leaving his postAnd picking up angel whoJust arrived here from the coastWho looked so fine at firstBut left looking like a ghostI started out on burgundyBut soon hit the harder stuffEverybody said theyd stand behind meWhen the game got roughBut the joke was on meThere was nobody even there to bluffIm going back to new york cityI do believe Ive had enough