Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again
Bob Dylan
Letra

LETRA (VER LETRA CON ACORDES)

Oh, the ragman draws circles

Up and down the block

IÂ¿d ask him what the matter was

But I know that he donÂ¿t talk

And the ladies treat me kindly

And they furnish me with tape

But deep inside my heart

I know I canÂ¿t escape

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the

Memphis blues again

Well, Shakespeare, heÂ¿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 sheÂ¿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

AnÂ¿ I said, Â¿Oh, I didnÂ¿t know that

But then again, thereÂ¿s only one IÂ¿ve met

AnÂ¿ he just smoked my eyelids

AnÂ¿ punched my cigaretteÂ¿

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 heÂ¿s buried in the rocks

But everybody still talks about how

Badly they were shocked

But me, I expected it to happen

I knew heÂ¿d lost control

When I speed 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 evÂ¿ryone his gun

Handing out free tickets

To the wedding of his son

AnÂ¿ me, I nearly got busted

AnÂ¿ wouldnÂ¿t it be my luck

To get caught without a ticket

And be discovered beneath a truck

Oh, Mama, is this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blues again

Now the tea 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 and said, Â¿Not even you can hide

You see, youÂ¿re just like me

I hope youÂ¿re satisfiedÂ¿

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, Â¿Jump right inÂ¿

The one was Texas medicine

The other was just railroad gin

AnÂ¿ like a fool I mixed them

AnÂ¿ it strangled up my mind

AnÂ¿ now people just get uglier

AnÂ¿ 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

And when Ruthie says come see her

In her honky-tonk lagoon

Where I can watch her waltz for free

Â¿neath her Panamanian moon

AnÂ¿ I say, Â¿Aw come on now

You know you knew about my debutanteÂ¿

AnÂ¿ she says, Â¿Your debutante just knows what you need

But I know what you wantÂ¿

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

AnÂ¿ 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