Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Lyrics - Blonde On Blonde - 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 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 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 

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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 

An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that 

But then again there's only one I've met 

An' he just smoked my eyelids 

An' punched my cigarette" 

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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 I speed 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 everyone his gun 

Handing out free tickets 

To the wedding of his son 

An' me, I nearly got busted 

An' 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 T-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 to him 

Then I whispered and said "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 

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 know you know about myi 

ys 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 

Is this really the end? 

To be stuck inside of Mobile 

With the Memphis blues again