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  • 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.
    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'd 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 Mobil
    With the Memphis blues again.
    Now the senator came down here
    Showing ev'ry one 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 Menphis blues again.
    Now the preacher looked so baffied
    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.
    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 must 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, can this really be the end,
    To be stuck inside of Mobile
    With the Memphis blues again.
  • 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.
    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'd 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 Mobil
    With the Memphis blues again.
    Now the senator came down here
    Showing ev'ry one 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 Menphis blues again.
    Now the preacher looked so baffied
    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.
    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 must 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, can this really be the end,
    To be stuck inside of Mobile
    With the Memphis blues again.