When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter time 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 really make a mess out of 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 have 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 looking to get silly
You better go back 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
Hew 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 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
Bob Dylan When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Easter time 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 really make a mess out of 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 have 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 looking to get silly You better go back 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 Hew 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 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 Explain Request ×
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