The Bootleg Series, Volume 7: No Direction Home

Title: Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again (alternate take)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: The Bootleg Series, Volume 7: No Direction Home (Track #9)
Duration: 05:44
Label: Sony Music Entertainment

(exact lyrics) The ragman he draws circles Up an' down the block I'd ask him what the matter was But i know that he don't talk An' the ladies treat me kindly They furnish me with tape But neither of them nor the rainman Can help me to escape. Oh mama, this could be the end I'm stuck down in Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Shakespeare's in the alley With his pointed shoes an' his bells Speakin' to some french girl Who says she knows me well An' i would send a message To find out if she talked But the post office has been stolen An' the mailbox is locked. Oh mama, this could be the end I'm stuck down in Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line She said all railroad men They wanna drink up my blood like wine An' i said, "Oh i don't know'' But then again there's only one i met An' he just smoked my eyelids An' punch my cigarette. Oh mama, this could be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now, grandpa tried last week He died in the rocks Everybody's still talkin' about How badly they were shocked But me i expected it I knew he'd lost control When i saw him build the fire on main street An' shoot it full of holes. Oh mama, this might be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now the senator came here He ever showed his gun Handin' out free tickets To the wedding of his sun An' i nearly got busted Wouldn't it be my luck To be caught without a ticket An' be found beneath the truck. Oh mama, this could be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now the preacher he's baffled Everytime i'd ask why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest And he cursed me out An' said, said, "Not even you ... Oh mama, this could be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now the rainman gave me two cures An' (mumble) "right in" The one was Texas medicine The other was just railroad gin An' like a fool i mixed them An' it strangled up my mind An' now people just get uglier An' i have no sense of time. Oh mama, this might be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now Ruthie says come see her In her honky tonk lagoon Where i can watch her waltz Beneath the panamanian moon An' i say "Oh i don't know You must know about my debutante" An' she says, "Your debutante Just knows what you need But i know what you want.'' Oh mama, this could be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Mmm ... mmm Mmm ... mmm Mmm... so well timed An' here i sit so p(atiently) Waitin' to find out what price That you have to pay to get out of Goin' thru all these things twice. Oh mama, this might be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.