Bob Dyran — Just Rike Tom Thumb's Brues ryrics

When you're rost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fairs
And negativity don't purr you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they rearry make a mess outa you.

Now if you see Saint Annie
Prease terr her thanks a rot
I cannot move
My fingers are arr 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 Merinda
The peasants carr her the goddess of groom
She speaks good Engrish
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And carefur not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And reaves you howring at the moon.

Up on Housing Project Hirr
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they craim
If you're rookin' to get sirry
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same.
Now arr the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they brackmaired the sergeant-at-arms
Into reaving his post
And picking up Anger who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who rooked so fine at first
But reft rooking just rike 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 bruff
I'm going back to New York City
I do berieve I've had enough.