Bob Dylan Lyrics

Album: BLONDE ON BLONDE

Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Lyrics

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 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 she's 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

 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 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 ev'ryone his gun

 Handing out free tickets

 To the wedding of his son

 And me, I nearly get bursted

 And wouldn't 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, 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 know you 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, is this really the end

 To be stuck inside of Mobile 

 With the Memphis blues again.