"Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" by Gordon Lightfoot

When you're lost in the rain in juarez and it's eastertime
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
outa you!

Sweet melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of doom,
She speaks good english and she invites you up into her
room.
And you're so kind, too careful not to go to her too soon,
Then she steals 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 is
what they claim,
If you're lookin' to get silly you'd better go back to from
where you came,
Because the cops don't need you and man they expect the
same!

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 there to even call
my bluff,
I'm going back to new york city I do believe I've had
enough,
I'm going back to new york city I do believe I've had
enough!