Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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 down on Rue Morgue Avenue

They got some hungry women there, 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

I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot

And my best friend, my doctor, won't even tell me what I've got

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom

She speaks good English and she takes you up into her room

And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon

And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon

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 to call my bluff

I'm going back to New York City, I think I had enough