Oh, the ragman 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 treated me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside of my heart I know I can't escape Oh, mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of a mobile With the Memphis blues again ♪ 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 a 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 They 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 a mobile With the Memphis blues again ♪ Yeah, the ragman he draws circles Up and down the block I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he won't talk But the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside of my heart I know I can't escape Oh, mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of a mobile With the Memphis blues again