Nina Simone Lyrics
"Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues"

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 man, they'll really make a mess out of you

Now if you see Saint Annie

Please tell her "Thanks a lot"

I cannot move

And my fingers are all in a knot

And I haven't got the strength

To get up and take another shot

And my best friend, the doctor

Won't even say what it is I've 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 then she takes your voice

And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Project Hill

It's either fortune or fame

You can take one or the other

Though neither of them are to be what they claim

And 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

All the authorities

They just stand around and boast

How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms

Into leaving his post

And picking up my brother Carl

Who just arrived here from the coast

Who looked so fine at first

But left looking just like a ghost

Well that's it folks that's it, that's it

Well, I started out on burgundy

But soon hit the harder stuff

Everybody said they'd stand behind me

When the game got rough

Ah, but the joke was on me

There was no one there even to bluff

I'm going back to New York City

I do believe I've had enough