Tablature just like tom thumbs blues - Bob Dylan

          



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  From: Paul Zimmerman <IFSXM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu>

  Subject: CRD: Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Dylan

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  JUST LIKE TOM THUMB'S BLUES

  Bob Dylan

   

  Intro:

  D9 D          D   D C         C   C G         C   C G

  1  &  2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &

   

              G                            C                   G

  When you're lost in the rain, in Juarez, and it's Eastertime too

            G                      C                     G

  When your gravity fails, and negativity don't pull you through

        C                                                 G

  Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue

                   D                              C                         G

  They've got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess out of you

   

   

  intro (2x)

   

   

  If you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot

  I cannot maove and my fingers, they are all in a knot

  I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot

  And my best, my doctor, won't even say what it is that 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 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 fo them ought to be what they

                                                                          claim

  And if you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came

  Cause the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same

   

   

  Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast

  How 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 just 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 one me, there was nobody there to even bluff

  I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

   

   

   

  Peace, love, and soul,

  Paul Zimmerman

   


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