Just like Tom Thumb's Blues - Grateful Dead

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

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