Just Like Tom Thumb´s Blues Songtext
von Bob Dylan

When you′re lost in the rain in Juarez, when it's Easter time, 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 outta 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 bluff
I'm goin′ back to New York City, I do believe I′ve had enough