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.