Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Lyrics
Oh, the ragman draws circlesUp and down the block.Id ask him what the matter wasBut I know that he dont talk.And the ladies treat me kindlyAnd furnish me with tape,But deep inside my heartI know I cant escape.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.Well, shakespeare, hes in the alleyWith his pointed shoes and his bells,Speaking to some french girl,Who says she knows me well.And I would send a messageTo find out if shes talked,But the post office has been stolenAnd the mailbox is locked.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.Mona tried to tell meTo stay away from the train line.She said that all the railroad menJust drink up your blood like wine.An I said, oh, I didnt know that,But then again, theres only one Ive metAn he just smoked my eyelidsAn punched my cigarette.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.Grandpa died last weekAnd now hes buried in the rocks,But everybody still talks aboutHow badly they were shocked.But me, I expected it to happen,I knew hed lost controlWhen he built a fire on main streetAnd shot it full of holes.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.Now the senator came down hereShowing evryone his gun,Handing out free ticketsTo the wedding of his son.An me, I nearly got bustedAn wouldnt it be my luckTo get caught without a ticketAnd be discovered beneath a truck.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.Now the preacher looked so baffledWhen I asked him why he dressedWith twenty pounds of headlinesStapled 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 mobileWith 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 themAn it strangled up my mind,An now people just get uglierAn I have no sense of time.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.When ruthie says come see herIn her honky-tonk lagoon,Where I can watch her waltz for freeneath 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 needBut I know what you want.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.Now the bricks lay on grand streetWhere the neon madmen climb.They all fall there so perfectly,It all seems so well timed.An here I sit so patientlyWaiting to find out what priceYou have to pay to get out ofGoing through all these things twice.Oh, mama, can this really be the end,To be stuck inside of mobileWith the memphis blues again.
