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Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again
by Bob Dylan



Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don`t talk
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can`t escape

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoe's and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well
And I would send a message
To find out if she`s talked,
But 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
And I said "Oh I didn`t know that,
But then again, there`s only one I`ve met
And he just smoked my eyelids
And 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 he`s buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he`d lost control
When he build 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 everyone his gun,
Handing out free ticket`s
To the wedding of his son.
And me, I nearly got busted
And wouldn`t it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck

Oh, Mama, is this really the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Now the preacher looked so buffled
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, you`re just like me,
I hope you`re 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.
And like a fool I mixed them
And it strangled up my mind,
And now people just get uglier
And 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.
And I say "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
And 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.
And 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
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