Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again

The bag man walks in circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter is
But you know that he don't talk

And the ladies treat him kindly
As they furnish him with tea
But deep inside my heart, babe
I know it cannot be

Oh, mama
Could this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

There's an old queen in the alley
Behind the small hotel
Talkin' to some French girl
Who said she knew me well

I've got to listen closely
To see if she spills the beans
'Cause he knows, I know, she knows, they know
But we don't know what it means

Oh, mama
Could this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

The cat-girl said come see her
In a honky-tonk saloon
But I used to see her dance for free
Beneath the Panamanian moon

I said, oh, now cool it, baby
You know 'bout my debutante
She said she just knows what you need
But I know what you want

Oh, mama
Could this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

The doctor gave me two choices
Then he said jump right in
One was Texas medicine
And the other was railroad gin

Like a fool, I mixed them
And it scrambled up my mind
Now the people all get uglier
And I've lost all track of time

Oh, mama
Could this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Oh, mama



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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