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