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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Frank Owens
Piano
Al Kooper
Organ
Mike Bloomfield
Guitar
Bobby Gregg
Drums
Harvey Brooks
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Wilson
Producer
Roy Halee
Recording Engineer
Pete Dauria
Recording Engineer
Larry Keyes
Recording Engineer
Robert Waller
Recording Engineer
Ted Brosnan
Recording Engineer
Frank Laico
Recording Engineer
Fred Plaut
Recording Engineer
Bob Johnston
Producer
Lyrics
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez, and it's Easter time too
And your gravity fails, 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'll really make a mess outta you
If you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, my fingers they are all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend, the doctor, won't even tell me what it is I've got
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English, 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, neither of them are what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly, you 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 Angel, who just arrived 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're right behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was nobody even to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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