Listened to this album as we took the scenic route to catch the ferry in Cape Breton, and this song was playing when we passed Mushaboom. Eerie coincidence. Hard to believe that was over 15 years ago.
It’s very good, but for me it’s TOO respectful. I prefer it when the songs are reinvented - Jimi’s All Along The Watchtower being the most obvious example.
And 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 treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart Lord, 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 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 But 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 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 And he just smoked my eyelids And punched my cigarette Ooh mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of mobile With the Memphis blues again Grandpa died last week Now he's buried in the rocks Everyone still talks about How badly they were shocked But me, I expected it to happen When I knew he'd lost control 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 When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where I could watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon I said, "Oh, come on now You must know about my debutante" She said, "Your debutante 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 they fall 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 these things twice Oh mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of mobile With the Memphis blues again
Old is Gold, it's true also, and Bob Dylan is one of them, I always listen his songs while working. One day my friend he gifted me mouth organ, on Xmas,(secret santa) but what is the best thing he did, on that gift cover he wrote " J Dylan" really it was unforgettable moments,
