View Guitar Chords for Just like tom thumbs blues - chords ver. 1
Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id <AA14321>; Fri, 12 Mar 1993 13:35:31 -0800 Received: from post2.INRE.ASU.EDU by animal-farm.nevada.edu id <[email protected]>; Fri, 12 Mar 1993 13:35:29 -0800 Received: from ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (MAILER@ASUACAD) by asu.edu (PMDF #2382 ) id <[email protected]>; Fri, 12 Mar 1993 14:29:36 MST Received: from ASUACAD (IFSXM) by ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (Mailer R2.10 ptf000) with BSMTP id 2753; Fri, 12 Mar 93 14:29:03 MST Date: 12 Mar 1993 14:28:05 -0700 (MST) From: Paul Zimmerman <[email protected]> Subject: CRD: Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Dylan To: [email protected] Message-Id: <[email protected]> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT JUST LIKE TOM THUMB'S BLUES Bob Dylan Intro:D91 D& 2 &aDmp; D3 C& 4 &aCmp; C1 G& 2 &aCmp; C3 G& 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & When you're Glost in the rain, in Juarez, Cand it's Eastertime Gtoo When your Ggravity fails, and negaCtivity don't pull you Gthrough Don't Cput on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue AveGnue They've got some Dhungry women there and they'll Creally make a mess out of Gyouintro (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