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Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues (Live)

๐Ÿ‘ค Bob Dylan โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Bootleg Series, Vol. 4: Live 1966 - The "Royal Albert Hall" Concert โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 5:38
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โฑ๏ธ 5:38 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez, when it's Easter time too
And your gravity is down and negativity don't get you through
Just don't' put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess outta you

Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move my fingers they're all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend the doctor he 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 careful not to go to her too soon
And she steals your voice and leaves you screaming at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other, 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 then they expect the same

Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into getting up and leaving his post
And picking up Angel, who just arrived from the coast
Who looked so fine at first, but left looking just like a ghost, oh

I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
Yes, but the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call my love
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:20.86] When you're lost in the rain in Juarez, when it's Easter time too
[00:30.47] And your gravity is down and negativity don't get you through
[00:40.56] Just don't' put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
[00:50.82] They got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess outta you
[01:01.41] Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
[01:11.26] I cannot move my fingers they're all in a knot
[01:18.64] I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
[01:33.38] And my best friend the doctor he won't even tell me what it is I've got
[01:43.35] Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
[01:54.29] She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room
[02:02.82] And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
[02:14.08] And she steals your voice and leaves you screaming at the moon
[02:25.13] Up on Housing Project Hill it's either fortune or fame
[02:43.18] You must pick one or the other, neither of them are to be what they claim
[02:46.15] If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came
[02:55.93] Because the cops don't need you and then they expect the same
[03:06.67] Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
[03:16.87] How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into getting up and leaving his post
[03:26.45] And picking up Angel, who just arrived from the coast
[03:38.36] Who looked so fine at first, but left looking just like a ghost, oh
[04:30.06] I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff
[04:40.55] Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
[04:49.76] Yes, but the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call my love
[05:01.23] I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough
[05:19.19]

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