Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Lyrics - Cat Power

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 his heart 

I know he can't escape. 

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, 

To be stuck inside of Mobile 

With the Memphis blues again. 

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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. 

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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." 

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. 

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, 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, 

And the other was just railroad gin. 

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 he can watch her waltz for free 

'Neath 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 need 

But I know what you really 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, can this really be the end, 

To be stuck inside of Mobile 

With the Memphis blues again.