Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again - Grateful Dead

Well, the ragman, he draws circles, up and down the block

I’d ask him, what’s the matter, but I know he don’t talk

And the ladies, they treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape

But deep inside my heart, I know I can’t escape

Oh, oh, mama, can this really be the end?

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Now, Shakespeare he’s in the alley

With his pointed shoes and bell

Speaking with some French girl, who says sh knows me well

And I would send a mssage, oh, to find out if she’s talked

But the post office has been stolen, and the mailbox is locked

And oh mama, can this really be the end?

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Mona, she tried to tell 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 didn’t know that

But then again there’s only one I’ve 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 died last week, and they buried him in the rocks

Now everyone still asks about how badly they are shocked

But me, I expected it to happen, and I knew he’d lost control

When he built a fire on Main Street, yes, and he shot it full of holes

Oh, oh mama, can this really be, 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

And handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son

Me, I nearly got busted, yes, wouldn’t it be my luck

To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck

Oh, 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

I said, «See, not even you can hide

You see, you’re just like me, and I hope you’re satisfied»

Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

The rainman gave me two cures, and 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

Now people just get uglier, and I have got no sense of time

Oh, oh mama, can this really be, really be the end?

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Ruthie says, «Come see me in a honky-tonk lagoon»

Where I can watch her waltz for free and a Panamanian moon

And I said, «Oh, come on now, you know about my debutante»

And she says, «Your debutante knows what you need

But I know what you want»

Oh, oh mama, can this really, 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 me, I sit here so patiently, trying to find out what price

You have to pay to get out of

Going through all of these things twice

Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Hey, oh mama, can this really be the end?

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again