Listen to Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again by Cat Power

Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again

Cat Power

Rock

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Drakoulias
George Drakoulias
Percussion
Chan Marshall
Chan Marshall
Vocals
Mabon Hodges
Mabon Hodges
Guitar
Doug Easley
Doug Easley
Guitar
Greg Lundy
Greg Lundy
Drums
David Ralicke
David Ralicke
Drums
Rick Steff
Rick Steff
Piano
Dave Smith
Dave Smith
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Drakoulias
George Drakoulias
Producer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Sikes
Stuart Sikes
Recording Engineer
David Bianco
David Bianco
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I'd ask him what the matter was But I know, he don't talk And the ladies treat him kindly And furnish him with tape But deep inside his heart I know he 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 his bells Speaking to some French girl Who says she knows me well And I would 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 tell me To stay away from the train line She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that But then again, there's only one I've met An' he just smoked my eyelids An' 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 now he's buried in the rocks But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked But me, I expected it to happen I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And 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 came down here Showing everyone his gun Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son An' me, I nearly got busted An' 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 looked 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 whispered, "Not even you can hide You see, you're just like me 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 one was Texas medicine And the other was just railroad gin 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 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 he can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon An' I say, "Aw come on now You must know about my debutante" An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you really want" Oh, mama Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly It all seems so well timed An' here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh, mama Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again
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