Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Belmont with the Austin blues again.
P.S. - This very well could be the story they tell about me when I die:
"Grandpa died last week and now he's buried in the rocks, but everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control, when he built a fire on Main Street, and shot it full of holes"
From Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again, by Bob Dylan
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