Lyrics:
And they 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
And they 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
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
flows
You'll hear me say goodbye
Because there's a reason why
The Gulf of Mexico
Flows in to the Mobile Bay
The Gulf of Mexico
Flows in
misbehave, occasionally
I spend a fair amount of time at the Flora-Bama line
Destined to hang out more at Mobile and Gulf Shores
A very special chart, is
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
Well I'm heading to Alabam
Where they say Yes sir and no Mam
Well I'm going to Mobile
Where the southern breezes are real
Walk along the beach
of Mobile
Where he'd sing for just a drink and a lollipop for me
Then at night he sat me on the bar while he did some singin'
I played with his old
The children's photographs
Hang statically
From mobile threads training in the wind
Of time and memory
Flashing faces
Smiling frozen in the blink
I was sitting on the levy
Just across the railroad track
Fresh from a cup of coffee
And a resting on my back
When I heard a whistle blow and
A train
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would
for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
Kelly was a blackjack dealer living on the Gulf of Mexico
Kelly had a taste for guns and pills; he was looking for a mark to roll
Sarah was a Kappa
In the heat of the day, down in mobile, alabama
Workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
Tryin' to get some money, get some brand new
the storyboard
Blueprints, 3D, my mobile phone
I can see and I can walk
I'm speaking in tongues
Cause I do recall
Like modern-day Mitchell and Kenyon
We got our
Don't need a guitar man son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
I roamed thousand miles of track
Till I find myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they
In the heat of the day, down in Mobile, Alabama
Workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
Tryin' to get some money, get some brand new
the mockingbirds singing and the whippoorwill calls
Spanish moss on the Natchez Trace
Gulf wind blowin' wide across my face
French girls dancin' to a big bang
of the railroad track
Like Ginsberg, Corso and Kerouac
Like Louis and Jimmy and Buddy and all the rest
Well, it might not be the thing to do
But I'm sticking
Well in the heat of day down in mobile, Alabama
I'm workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
I gotta get some money buy some brand new
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