Well, the ragman, he draws circles, up and down the block
Id ask him whats the matter, but I know he dont talk
And the ladies they treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart, I, I know I cant escape
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now, Shakespeare hes in the alley
With his pointed shoes and bell
Speaking with some French girl, who says she knows me well
And I would send a message, to find out if shes talked
But the post office has been stolen, and the mailbox is locked
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now, Mona tried to warn me, said stay away from the railroad line
She says all the railroad men, they drink up your blood like wine
And I said, Oh I didnt know that
But then again theres only one Ive met
And he just smoked my eyelids, and he punched my cigarette
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Grandpa, he died last week, and they buried him in the rocks
Now, everyone still talks about how badly they are shocked
But me, I expected it to happen, I knew hed lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street, and he 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, he came down here, showing everyone his gun
Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son
And me, I nearly got busted, and wouldnt 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, he looks 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 said, See, not even you can hide
You see, youre just like me, and I hope youre satisfied
Oh, 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 first was Texas medicine, the second was just railroad gin
But like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind
And now people just get uglier, and Ive got no sense of time
Ooh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
And when Ruthie says come see me in a honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free, neath her Panamanian moon
And I said, Oh come on now, you know about my debutante
And 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
The bricks, they 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 of these things twice, twice
Oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again