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  • 作词 : Bob Dylan
    作曲 : Bob Dylan
    Music and Lyrics: Bob Dylan
    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
  • 作词 : Bob Dylan
    作曲 : Bob Dylan
    Music and Lyrics: Bob Dylan
    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