Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside Of Mobile With Memphis Blues Again-(L) Lyrics

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
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"

Ooh, mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Grandpa died last week
Now he's buried in the rocks
Everyone still talks about
How badly they were shocked

But me, I expected it to happen
When I'd seen him lose control
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?

Well, now Ruthie said come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon

I said, "Oh, come on now
You must know about my debutante"
She said, "Your debutante knows what she needs
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, they fall on Grand Street
By the neon madmen climb
They'd 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, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again?
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