COh the rag-man draws cAmircles UpC and down the blAmock.
I'd Cask him what the Ammatter was BuFt I know that he don't G7talk.
And the laFdies treat me kiCndly And fuAmrnish me with tCape
But Amdeep inside my heaCrt I kFnow I can't escCape
EmOh Mama, Can this really be the end ?
To be sCtuck insEmide of MobAmile, wiCth the MeFmphis blues agaCin ?
CWell, Shakespeare, he's in the alleAmy With his poCinted shoes and his bAmells.
SpeaCking to a French Amgirl, Who sayFs she knows me weG7ll.
And I woulFd send a messageC To find ouAmt if she's talkCed,
But Amthe post office has beCen stolenF And the mail box is Clocked.
CMona tried to tell me To stAmay far awayC from the railroad Amline.
She Csaid that all theAm railroad menF Drink your blood like G7wine.
An'I said F"Oh, I didn't knoCw that But then Amagain there's only one I've Cme
An'hAme just smoked my eyCelids An'puncFhed my cigarettCe"
CGrandpa died last weeAmk And now heC's buried in theAm rock
But Ceverybody talAmk about How bFadly they were shocG7ked.
But me I eFxpected it to haCppen I knewAm he'd lost contCrol
WhenAm he built a fire oCn main street AFnd shot it full of hColes.
CNow the senator came Amdown here ShowCing everyone hisAm gun.
HandCing out free ticAmkets ToF the wedding of his sonG7.
An'me I neFarly got busted CAn wouldn'tAm it be my luckC
To gAmet Caught without Ca ticket AndF be discovered beneath a tCruck
CNow the preacher lookAmed so baffled When I Casked him why he drAmessed
WithC twenty pounds ofAm headlines StFapled to his chG7est
But he curFsed when I proveCd to him ThenAm I whispered not even you can hiCde.
You Amsee you're just liCke me I Fhope your satisCfied
CNow the rainman gave Amme two cures TheCn he said "Jump Amright in"
The Cone was Texas medAmicine The Fother railroad gG7in.
An like a Ffool I mixed theCm An'it strAmangled up my miCnd
An'nAmow people just getC uglier An'FI have no sense of tCime.
CWhen Ruthie says comeAm see her In Cher honkey-tonk Amlagoon,
WherCe I can watch herAm waltz for freeF 'Neath her Panamanian G7moon.
An'I say, F"Aw come on now CYou must knAmow about my debCutante."
An'sAmhe says, "Your debCutante knowsF just what you Cneed
CNow the bricks lay onAm Grand Street WhCere the neon madmen cAmlimb
TheyC all fall there sAmo perfectly. FIt all seems so well tiG7med.
An'here I Fsit so patientlyC Waiting to fAmind out what prCice
You Amhave to pay to getC out of GoiFng through all these thingCs twice