Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

Won't even say what it is I've got
And my best friend, my doctor
Please tell her thanks a lot
You better go back to from where you came
And they really make a mess outta you
My fingers are all in a knot
I started out on Burgundy
They just stand around and boast
You must pick up one or the other
And she takes your voice
Now all the authorities
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
And negativity don't pull you through
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to bluff
Just arrived here from the coast
It's either fortune or fame
And you're so kind
But left looking just like a ghost
But soon hit the harder stuff
Don't put on any airs
When the game got rough
And careful not to go to her too soon
Into leaving his post
She speaks good English

And she invites you up into her room
And leaves you howling at the moon
I don't have the strength
I cannot move
The peasants call her the Goddess of gloom
Because the cops don't need you
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
And man they expect the same
They got some hungry women there

If you're lookin' to get silly

Sweet Melinda
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
Who looked so fine at first
Now if you see Saint Annie
And picking up angel who
And your gravity fails
Up on housing project hill
I'm going back to New York City

To get up and take another shot