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Music and Lyrics: Bob Dylan |
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Well the ragman draws circles, up and down the block |
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I'd ask him what's the matter, but I know that he don't talk |
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And the ladies treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape |
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But deep inside my heart, 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 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 bell |
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Speaking with some French girl, who says she knows me well |
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And me, I'd send a message, to find out if she's talked |
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But the post office has been stolen, 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 with the Memphis blues again |
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Mona tried to warn me, 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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He just smoked my eyelids, and he 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 with the Memphis blues again |
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Grandpa died last week, and they buried him in the rocks |
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Everyone still talks about how badly they are shocked |
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But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control |
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When he built a fire on Main Street, and he 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 with the Memphis blues again |
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Now the senator, he came down here, showing everyone his gun |
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Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son |
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And me, I nearly got busted, and wouldn't it be my luck |
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To get caught without a ticket 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 with the Memphis blues again |
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Now the preacher looks so baffled |
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When I asked him why he dressed |
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With twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest |
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But he cursed me when I proved it to him |
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Then I said, you see, not even you can hide |
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You see, you're just like me, and 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 with the Memphis blues again |
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Now the rainman gave me two cures, then he said jump right in |
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The first was Texas medicine, the second was just railroad gin |
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And like a fool I mixed them up, and it strangled up my mind |
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And now people just get uglier, and I've got 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 with the Memphis blues again |
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When Ruthie says come see her in her honky-tonk lagoon |
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Where I can watch her waltz for free, 'neath her Panamanian moon |
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And I said, oh come on now, you know about my debutante |
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And she says, your debutante knows just 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 with the Memphis blues again |
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Now the bricks, they lay on Grand Street where the neon madmen climb |
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They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed |
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And here I sit so patiently, 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 of these things twice |
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Oh, mama, can this really be the end |
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To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again |
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Oh, mama, can this really be the end |
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To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again |