Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis

Oh, the ragman draws circles

Up and down the block.

Id ask him what the matter was

But I know that he dont talk.

And the ladies treat me kindly

And furnish me with tape,

But deep inside my heart

I know I cant escape.

Oh, mama, can this really be the end,

To be stuck inside of mobile

With the memphis blues again.

Well, shakespeare, hes 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 shes 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 didnt know that,

But then again, theres only one Ive 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 hes buried in the rocks,

But everybody still talks about

How badly they were shocked.

But me, I expected it to happen,

I knew hed 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 evryone his gun,

Handing out free tickets

To the wedding of his son.

An me, I nearly got busted

An wouldnt 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, youre just like me,

I hope youre 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 was just 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 honky-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 just knows 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.

Oh, mama, can this really be the end,

To be stuck inside of mobile

With the memphis blues again.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block. Id ask him what the matter was But I know that he dont talk. And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape, But deep inside my heart I know I cant escape. Oh, mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of mobile With the memphis blues again. Well, shakespeare, hes 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 shes 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 didnt know that, But then again, theres only one Ive 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 hes buried in the rocks, But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked. But me, I expected it to happen, I knew hed 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 evryone his gun, Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son. An me, I nearly got busted An wouldnt 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, youre just like me, I hope youre 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 was just 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 honky-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 just knows 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. Oh, mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of mobile With the memphis blues again. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/8532.html Все тексты песен: Bob Dylan » Bob Dylan - Folsom Prison Blues » Bob Dylan - I Want You » Bob Dylan - Billy 4 » Bob Dylan - Katies Been Gone » Bob Dylan - Lonesome Day Blues » Bob Dylan - Shes Your Lover Now » Bob Dylan - I Believe in You » Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue » Bob Dylan - Times They Are A Changing » Bob Dylan - Copper Kettle » Bob Dylan - Sara » Bob Dylan - Handy Dandy » Bob Dylan - Cry Awhile » Bob Dylan - Outlaw Blues » Bob Dylan - I Threw It All Away » Bob Dylan - Aint No More Cane » Bob Dylan - Most of The Time » Bob Dylan - All I Really Want to Do » Bob Dylan - Floater » Bob Dylan - Joey Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Высоцкий - Странные скачки » Вадим Артюшкевич - Не читай! » Владимир Высоцкий - Если б водка была на одного... » Владимир Каденко - Песенка о гаданиях » Владимир Высоцкий - Наводчица » Влад Сташевский - Я не могу тебя простить » Владимир Высоцкий - В младенчестве нас матери пугали » Вячеслав Рутман - Самолёт » Владимир Высоцкий - Игра в карты в 1812 году » Виктор Черников - Баллада о князе Сергее Трубецком » Валерий Сюткин, Браво - Прикосновение к... » Владимир Рагимов - В черном замке твоем... » Воровайки - Вороваечки » Валерий Меладзе - Актриса » Владимир Глотов - Всё мимо да рядом... » Вадим Егоров - Очередь » ВИА ГРА - Познакомься с моей мамой » Владимир Высоцкий - Я не пил, не воровал » Виктор Шнейдер - (стихи) » Владимир Бобриков - Счастливая страна
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