Grateful Dead

Just Like Tom Thumb Blues

Lyrics By: Bob Dylan
Music By: Bob Dylan

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too
When your gravity fails you and negativity don't pull you through
Don't you put on any airs when you're lost on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry creatures there, they'll surely make a mess out of you

Now if you see St Annie, won't you please tell her thanks a lot
My stalks they are twisted and my tentacles are all in a knot
I can't even roll out of the bed and crawl across the floor to take another shot
And my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell me what it was that I dropped

Now sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks such good English when she invites you up into her room
And of course you, you're so kind and conscientious and careful not to go to her too soon
Still she steals your voice and she leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You must choose one or the other though neither are to be what they claim
If you're looking 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 lay around and boast
How they blackmailed the seargent at arms into leaving his post
And picking up Angel, who just arrived out here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first, but left just looking like a ghost

Now I started out on burgundy, but then I soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody swore that they would stand beside me when the game got rough
But the joke was on everybody, there wasn't even anybody there to bluff
I'm goin' back to Foggy Bottom, I do believe I've had enough

Phil started singing this in 1985. He sang a number of variations to the lyrics: this is the version on "Terrapin Station (Limited Edition). Click [D] to see the original Dylan line (and [P] to get back to Phil's version).

Just Like Tom Thumb Blues