Grateful DeadJust Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When your lost in the rain In Juarez and it's Easter time too When your gravity is down And negativity won't pull you through Don't you put on any airs When you down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry creatures there Surely make a mess out of you Well, if you see St. Annie Please tell her, thanks a lot [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] are all in a knot I don't even have the strength To get up and crawl across the floor for another shot And my best friend, my drummer Won't even tell me, what it was that I dropped? Yeah, sweet Melinda The peasants call her the goddess of gloom She has, speaks good English As she invites you up into her room And you, you were so kinda conscientious Not to go to her too soon But 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 But neither are to be what they claim If you're looking to get silly You better get back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you ever And they expect the same Now I started out on Heinakin But I soon hit the harder stuff Everybody swore they stand beside me When the game got rough But the joke was on me There wasn't even anybody there to bluff I'm goin' back to New York City I do believe I've had enough © 2014