Just Like Tom Thumb`S Blues (Alternate Take)

When you`re lost in the rain in Juarez When 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 And they`ll really make a mess outa 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 say 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 takes your voice And leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill It`s either fortune or fame You must pick one or the other Though 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 man they expect the same Now all the authorities They just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms Into leaving his post And picking up Angel who Just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first But left looking just like 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 bluff I`m going back to New York City I do believe I`ve had enough