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Stuck Inside Of Mobile

Bob Dylan
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
B9sus4
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Oh  the rag-man draws circles
Up  and down the block.
 I'd ask  him what the matter was
 But I know  that he don't talk.
 And the ladies  treat me kindly
 And 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 his bells.
 Speaking to a French girl,
 Who says she knows me well.
 And I would send a message
 To find out if she's talked,
 Post the post office has been stolen
 And the mail box 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 far away from the railroad line.
 She said that all the railroad men
 Drink your blood like wine.
 An' I said "Oh, I didn't know that
 But then again there's only one I've me
 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 rock
 But everybody talk 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 when I proved to him
 Then I whispered not even you can hide.
 You see you're just like me
 I hope your 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
 The other 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
 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 honkey-tonk lagoon,
 Where I 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 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 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

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Readable chord sheet for Stuck Inside Of Mobile by Bob Dylan

[B/Eb]                    [E/B]                     [B9sus4]
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[E]Oh the rag-man draws [C#m]circles
[E]Up and down the block.[C#m]
I'd [E]ask him what the matter [C#m]was
But I [A]know that he don't ta[B7]lk.
And the [A]ladies treat me kin[E]dly
And [C#m]furnish me with tape [E]
But [C#m]deep inside my heart[E]
I [A]know I can't esca[E]pe
[Abm]Oh Mama,
[Abm]Can this really be the end
To be [E]stuck in[B/Eb]side of [C#m]Mobile
[E/B]with the [B9sus4]Memphis blues a[E]gain

[E]  [B/Eb]  [C#m]  [E/B]  [B9sus4]  [E]

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells.
Speaking to a French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
Post the post office has been stolen
And the mail box 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 far away from the railroad line.
She said that all the railroad men
Drink your blood like wine.
An' I said "Oh, I didn't know that
But then again there's only one I've me
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 rock
But everybody talk 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 when I proved to him
Then I whispered not even you can hide.
You see you're just like me
I hope your 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
The other 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
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 honkey-tonk lagoon,
Where I 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 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 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

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