Lyrics Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again - 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
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
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
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
my
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?
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Album
Blonde On Blonde
1 Obviously Five Believers
2 Fourth Time Around
3 Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
4 Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)
5 Just Like a Woman
6 I Want You
7 One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)
8 Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
9 Temporary Like Achilles
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