Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues (Live 10/16/1992)

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 waking down on Rue Morgue Avenue

They got some ugly 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

And I don't have the strength

To get up and take another shot

And my best friend, the doctor

Won't even tell me 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 so gentle

Not to go to her too soon

And she steals your voice

And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill

It's either fortune or fame

You must choose one or the other

Although neither of them are to be what they claim

And if you're lookin' to get lucky

You better go back to from where you came

'Cause the cops don't need you

And, man, they expect the same

I started out on burgundy

But soon I hit the harder stuff

Rod's friends all said they'd stand behind me

If 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

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

This song's for you, Bob

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