Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again Written by: Bob Dylan Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block Id ask him what the matter was But I know that he dont talk And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart I know I cant escape Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Well, Shakespeare, hes in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells Speaking to some French girl Who says she knows me well And I would send a message To find out if shes talked But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine An I said, Oh, I didnt know that But then again, theres only one Ive met An he just smoked my eyelids An punched my cigarette Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Grandpa died last week And now hes buried in the rocks But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked But me, I expected it to happen I knew hed lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the senator came down here Showing evryone his gun Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son An me, I nearly got busted An wouldnt it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed me when I proved it to him Then I whispered, Not even you can hide You see, youre just like me I hope youre satisfied Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the rainman gave me two cures Then he said, Jump right in The one was Texas medicine The other was just railroad gin An like a fool I mixed them An it strangled up my mind An now people just get uglier An I have no sense of time Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where I can watch her waltz for free Neath her Panamanian moon An I say, Aw come on now You must know about my debutante An she says, Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you want Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly It all seems so well timed An here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Up and down the block Id ask him what the matter was But I know that he dont talk And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart I know I cant escape Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Well, Shakespeare, hes in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells Speaking to some French girl Who says she knows me well And I would send a message To find out if shes talked But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine An I said, Oh, I didnt know that But then again, theres only one Ive met An he just smoked my eyelids An punched my cigarette Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Grandpa died last week And now hes buried in the rocks But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked But me, I expected it to happen I knew hed lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the senator came down here Showing evryone his gun Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son An me, I nearly got busted An wouldnt it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed me when I proved it to him Then I whispered, Not even you can hide You see, youre just like me I hope youre satisfied Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the rainman gave me two cures Then he said, Jump right in The one was Texas medicine The other was just railroad gin An like a fool I mixed them An it strangled up my mind An now people just get uglier An I have no sense of time Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where I can watch her waltz for free Neath her Panamanian moon An I say, Aw come on now You must know about my debutante An she says, Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you want Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly It all seems so well timed An here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Copyright 1966 by Dwarf Music
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