Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again The Grateful Dead

[Verse 1]
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, I know I can't escape

[Chorus]
Oh, mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
But oh, mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

[Verse 3]
Now, Mona, she tried to warn me, stay away from the railroad line
She says all the railroad men
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