Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again

E C#m Oh the rag-man draws circles E C#m Up and down the block. E C#m I'd ask him what the matter was A B7 But I know that he don't talk. A E And the ladies treat me kindly C#m E And furnish me with tape C#m E But deep inside my heart A E I know I can't escape Abm Oh Mama, Abm Can this really be the end E B/Eb C#m To be stuck inside of Mobile E/B B9/sus4 E with the Memphis blues again E B/Eb C#m E/B B9/sus4 E Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells. Speaking to a French girl, Who says she knows me well. And I would send a message To find out if she's talked, Post the post office has been stolen And the mail box 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 far away from the railroad line. She said that all the railroad men Drink your blood like wine. An' I said "Oh, I didn't know that But then again there's only one I've me 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 rock But everybody talk 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 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 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 when I proved to him Then I whispered not even you can hide. You see you're just like me I hope your 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 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 honkey-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 knows just 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