Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Live at Free Trade Hall, Manchester, UK - May 17, 1966

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
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 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