Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again(Live at JFK Stadium， Philade

Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again [Live At Jfk Stadium, Philadelphia, Pa, July 7, 1989] - Grateful Dead

Well the ragman draws circles, up and down the block

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

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

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

Oh, mama, can this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Well Shakespeare he's in the alley

With his pointed shoes and bell

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

And me, I'd send a message, to find out if she'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 warn me, stay away from the train line

She said that all the railroad men

Just 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

He just smoked my eyelids, and he punched my cigarette

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

Everyone still talks about how badly they are shocked

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

When he built a fire on Main Street, and he 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, he came down here, showing everyone his gun

Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son

And me, I nearly got busted, and wouldn't it be my luck

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

Oh, mama, can this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Now the preacher 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

Then I said, you see, not even you can hide

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

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 jump right in

The first was Texas medicine, the second was just railroad gin

And like a fool I mixed them up, and it strangled up my mind

And now people just get uglier, and I've got no sense of time

Oh, mama, can this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

When Ruthie says come see her in her honky-tonk lagoon

Where I can watch her waltz for free, 'neath her Panamanian moon

And I said, oh come on now, you know about my debutante

And she says, your debutante knows just what you need

But I know what you want

Oh, mama, can this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Now 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 here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price

You have to pay to get out of

Going through all of these things twice

Oh, mama, can this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Oh, mama, can this really be the end

To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again