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, he don't talk
 And the ladies treat him kindly
 And furnish him 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
 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'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 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 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