CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again (Live at Oakland Coliseum Arena, Oakland, CA, December 16, 1992)
Well, the ragman, he draws circles, up and down the block
I'd ask him, what's the matter, but I know he don't talk
And the ladies, they treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart, I know I can't escape
Oh, oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now, Shakespeare he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and bell
Speaking with some French girl, who says shе knows me well
And I would send a mеssage, oh, to find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen, and the mailbox is locked
And oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Mona, she tried to tell me, said, "Stay away from the railroad line"
She says, "All the railroad men, they 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
And he just smoked my eyelids, and he punched my cigarette"
Oh, 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
Now everyone still asks about how badly they are shocked
But me, I expected it to happen, and I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street, yes, and he shot it full of holes
Oh, oh mama, can this really be, 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
And handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son
Me, I nearly got busted, yes, wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now the preacher, he 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
I said, "See, not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me, and I hope you're satisfied"
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
The rainman gave me two cures, and he said, "Jump right in"
The first was Texas medicine, the second was just railroad gin
But like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind
Now people just get uglier, and I have got no sense of time
Oh, oh mama, can this really be, really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Ruthie says, "Come see me in a honky-tonk lagoon"
Where I can watch her waltz for free and a Panamanian moon
And I said, "Oh, come on now, you know about my debutante"
And she says, "Your debutante knows what you need
But I know what you want"
Oh, oh mama, can this really, really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
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 me, I sit here so patiently, trying to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all of these things twice
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Hey, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
I'd ask him, what's the matter, but I know he don't talk
And the ladies, they treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart, I know I can't escape
Oh, oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now, Shakespeare he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and bell
Speaking with some French girl, who says shе knows me well
And I would send a mеssage, oh, to find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen, and the mailbox is locked
And oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Mona, she tried to tell me, said, "Stay away from the railroad line"
She says, "All the railroad men, they 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
And he just smoked my eyelids, and he punched my cigarette"
Oh, 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
Now everyone still asks about how badly they are shocked
But me, I expected it to happen, and I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street, yes, and he shot it full of holes
Oh, oh mama, can this really be, 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
And handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son
Me, I nearly got busted, yes, wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now the preacher, he 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
I said, "See, not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me, and I hope you're satisfied"
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
The rainman gave me two cures, and he said, "Jump right in"
The first was Texas medicine, the second was just railroad gin
But like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind
Now people just get uglier, and I have got no sense of time
Oh, oh mama, can this really be, really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Ruthie says, "Come see me in a honky-tonk lagoon"
Where I can watch her waltz for free and a Panamanian moon
And I said, "Oh, come on now, you know about my debutante"
And she says, "Your debutante knows what you need
But I know what you want"
Oh, oh mama, can this really, really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
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 me, I sit here so patiently, trying to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all of these things twice
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Hey, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
