Oh, the ragman draws circles
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Up and down the block
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I'd ask him what the matter was
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But I know that he don't talk
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And the ladies treat me kindly
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And furnish me with tape
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But deep inside my heart
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I know I can't escape
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Well Shakespeare he's in the alley
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With his pointed shoes and his bells
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Speaking to some French girl
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Who says she knows me well
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And I would send a message
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To find out if she's talked
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But the post office has been stolen
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And the mailbox is locked
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Mona tried to tell me
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To stay away from the train line
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She said that all the railroad men
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Just drink up your blood like wine
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And I said "Oh I didn't know that
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But then again there's only one I've met
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And he just smoked my eyelids
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And punched my cigarette"
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Grandpa died last week
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And now he's buried in the rocks
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But everybody still talks about
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How badly they were shocked
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But me, I expected it to happen
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I knew he'd lost control
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When he built a fire on Main Street
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And shot it full of holes
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Now the senator came down here
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Showing ev'ryone his gun
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Handing out free tickets
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To the wedding of his son
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And me, I nearly get bursted
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And wouldn't it be my luck
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To get caught without a ticket
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And be discovered beneath a truck
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Now the preacher looked so baffled
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When I asked him why he dressed
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With twenty pounds of headlines
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Stapled to his chest
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But he cursed me when I proved it to him
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Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide
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You see, you're just like me
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I hope you're satisfied"
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Now the rainman gave me two cures
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Then he said, "Jump right in"
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The one was Texas medicine
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The other was just railroad gin
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And like a fool I mixed them
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And it strangled up my mind
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And now, people just get uglier
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And I have no sense of time
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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When Ruthie says come see her
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In her honky-tonk lagoon
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Where I can watch her waltz for free
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'Neath her Panamanian moon
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And I say, "Aw come on now
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You know you know about my debutante"
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And she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
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But I know what you want"
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
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Where the neon madmen climb
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They all fall there so perfectly
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It all seems so well timed
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And here I sit so patiently
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Waiting to find out what price
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You have to pay to get out of
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Going through all these things twice
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Oh, Mama, is this really the end
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To be stuck inside of Mobile
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With the Memphis blues again.
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Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again
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Bob Dylan |