Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again

Oh, the rag man 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
 And I said, "Oh, I didn't know that"
 But then again, there's only one I've met
 And 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
 And me, I nearly got busted
 And 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 rain man gave me two cures
 Then he said, "Jump right in"
 The one was Texas medicine
 The other was just railroad gin
 And like a fool, I mixed them
 And it strangled up my mind
 And now people just get uglier
 And 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?
 Now, when Ruthie says, come see her
 In her honky-tonk lagoon
 Where I can watch her waltz for free
 Neath her Panamanian moon
 And I say, "Aw, come on, now
 You know you know about my debutante"
 And 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
 And 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 here inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again?