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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn What's become of the baby this cold December morning? Songbirds frozen in their flight Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming Dawning answer comes there none. Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn, But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn? What's become of the baby this cold December morning? What's become of the baby this cold December morning? Racing in rhythm of the sun All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman Allah, where are you now? All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters Scheherazade gathering stories to tell But where is the child who played with the sunshines? And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind? Standing stream cries the south wind Lost in the regions of Shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine. Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime, The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine. But I'll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin', if He says I may. I know that the life I'm livin's no good, I'll get a new start, live the life I should. I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away. Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been." I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you." Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me. |
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from Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (2004)
Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine. Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime, The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine. But I'll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin', if He says I may. I know that the life I'm livin's no good, I'll get a new start, live the life I should. I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away. Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been." I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you." Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine. Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime, The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine. But I'll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin', if He says I may. I know that the life I'm livin's no good, I'll get a new start, live the life I should. I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away. Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been." I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you." Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine. Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime, The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine. But I'll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin', if He says I may. I know that the life I'm livin's no good, I'll get a new start, live the life I should. I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away. Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been." I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you." Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine. Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime, The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine. But I'll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin', if He says I may. I know that the life I'm livin's no good, I'll get a new start, live the life I should. I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away. Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been." I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you." Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me. |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is are you kind It's a buck dancer's choice my friends, better take my advice You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice Will you come with me Won't you come with me Whoa oh, what I want to know: will you come with me? God damn, well I declare Have you seen the like Their walls are built of cannon balls Their motto is "don't tread on me" Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate Barely time to wait Whoa oh, what I want to know: where does the time go? I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is are you kind It's a buck dancer's choice my friends, better take my advice You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice Will you come with me Won't you come with me Whoa oh, what I want to know: will you come with me? God damn, well I declare Have you seen the like Their walls are built of cannon balls Their motto is "don't tread on me" Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate Barely time to wait Whoa oh, what I want to know: where does the time go? I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is are you kind It's a buck dancer's choice my friends, better take my advice You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice Will you come with me Won't you come with me Whoa oh, what I want to know: will you come with me? God damn, well I declare Have you seen the like Their walls are built of cannon balls Their motto is "don't tread on me" Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate Barely time to wait Whoa oh, what I want to know: where does the time go? I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Without a warning you broke my heart,
taken it baby, torn it apart And you left me standin' in the dark cryin', said your love for me was dyin' Come on babe, baby please cause I'm beggin' you baby and I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it shine Well I get lonely in the middle of the night and I need you darlin' to make things all right So come on babe, baby please and I'm beggin' you baby and I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it shine Without a warning you broke my heart, taken it baby, torn it apart And you left me standin' in the dark cryin', said your love for me was dyin' So come on babe, baby please and I'm beggin' you baby, I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it A little bit higher A little bit higher A little bit higher Cmon' Get up now Get up now Get up now Get up now C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon baby C'mon baby C'mon baby C'mon baby |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Without a warning you broke my heart,
taken it baby, torn it apart And you left me standin' in the dark cryin', said your love for me was dyin' Come on babe, baby please cause I'm beggin' you baby and I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it shine Well I get lonely in the middle of the night and I need you darlin' to make things all right So come on babe, baby please and I'm beggin' you baby and I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it shine Without a warning you broke my heart, taken it baby, torn it apart And you left me standin' in the dark cryin', said your love for me was dyin' So come on babe, baby please and I'm beggin' you baby, I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it A little bit higher A little bit higher A little bit higher Cmon' Get up now Get up now Get up now Get up now C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon baby C'mon baby C'mon baby C'mon baby |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (Chorus) Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone (Chorus) You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (Chorus) Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone (Chorus) You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Till the morning comes
It'll do you fine Till the morning comes Like a highway sign Showing you the way Leaving no doubt Of the way on in or the way back out Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Till we all fall down It'll do you fine Don't think about What you left behind The way you came Or the way you go Let your tracks be lost in the dark and snow Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy When the shadows grow It'll do you fine When the cold winds blow It'll ease your mind The shape it takes Could be yours to choose What you may win, what you may lose Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Till the morning comes
It'll do you fine Till the morning comes Like a highway sign Showing you the way Leaving no doubt Of the way on in or the way back out Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Till we all fall down It'll do you fine Don't think about What you left behind The way you came Or the way you go Let your tracks be lost in the dark and snow Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy When the shadows grow It'll do you fine When the cold winds blow It'll ease your mind The shape it takes Could be yours to choose What you may win, what you may lose Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded,
Solemnly they stated, "He has to die, you know he has to die." All the children learnin', from books that they were burnin', Every leaf was turnin'; to watch him die, you know he had to die. The summer sun looked down on him, his mother could but frown on him, And all the others sound on him, but it doesn't seem to matter. And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended, His mind remained unbended, he had to die, you know he had to die. Spanish lady comes to me, she lays on me this rose. It rainbow spirals round and round it trembles and explodes. It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away. But the heat came 'round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day. Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, comin', around, in a circle Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle. Skippin' through the lily fields I came across an empty space, It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in it's place. The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began, There was cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land. Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, comin', around, in a circle Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle. And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended, Their minds remained unbended, He had to die, Oh, you know he had to die. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama cryin for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Majordomo Billy Bojangles Sit down and have a drink with me What's this about Alabame Keeps comin back to me? Heard your plea in the courthouse Jurybox began to rock and rise Fortynine sister states all had Alabama in their eyes Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Why don't we just give Alabama rope enough to hang himself? Ain't no call to worry the jury His kind takes care of itself Twentythird Psalm Majordomo reserve me a table for three in the Valley of the Shadow just you, Alabama and me Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me turn around and leave and walk away |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama cryin for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Majordomo Billy Bojangles Sit down and have a drink with me What's this about Alabame Keeps comin back to me? Heard your plea in the courthouse Jurybox began to rock and rise Fortynine sister states all had Alabama in their eyes Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Why don't we just give Alabama rope enough to hang himself? Ain't no call to worry the jury His kind takes care of itself Twentythird Psalm Majordomo reserve me a table for three in the Valley of the Shadow just you, Alabama and me Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me turn around and leave and walk away |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train. You know you bound to wind up dead, If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed. Rich man step on my poor head, When you get back you better butter my bread. Well, do you know it's like I said, You better head back to Tennessee Jed. Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be, Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee. Drink all day and rock all night, The law come to get you if you don't walk right Got a letter this morning, baby all it read, You better head back to Tennessee Jed. I dropped four flights and cracked my spine, Honey, come quick with the iodine, Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed Then you head back to Tennessee Jed. Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be, Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee. I run into Charlie Fog, Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog, My doggie turned to me and he said, Let's head back to Tennessee Jed. I woke up a feelin' mean, Went down to play the slot machine, The wheels turned around, and the letters read, You better head back to Tennessee Jed. Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be, Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
When they come to take you down When they bring that wagon 'round
When they come to call on you and drag your poor body down Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me You thought you was the cool fool and never could do no wrong Had everything sewed up tight. How come you lay awake all night long Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Well in spite of all you gained you still had to stand out in the pouring rain One last voice is calling you and I guess it's time you go Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Well shake it up now Sugaree, I'll meet you at the jubilee And if that jubilee don't come, maybe I'll meet you on the run Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Come on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander round I wander round Sunshine daydream Walkin through the tall trees Going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Come on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander round I wander round Sunshine daydream Walkin through the tall trees Going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar Magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Go on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight, yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander 'round I wander 'round Sunshine daydream Walkin' in the tall trees Goin' where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar Magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Go on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight, yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander 'round I wander 'round Sunshine daydream Walkin' in the tall trees Goin' where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar Magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Go on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight, yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander 'round I wander 'round Sunshine daydream Walkin' in the tall trees Goin' where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar Magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Go on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight, yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander 'round I wander 'round Sunshine daydream Walkin' in the tall trees Goin' where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Oh, smokestack lightnin', shinin' just like gold
Why can't you hear me cryin'? Ooooo Oh, stop your train, let a hobo ride Why can't you hear me cryin'? Ooooo Oh, fare you well, I never see you no more Why can't you hear me cryin'? Ooooo Oh, stop your train, let a poor boy ride, callin' yes I do Let a poor boy ride, let his foot step on Oh, who've been you baby, since I've been gone |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Mississippi River so big and wide, blond haired woman on the other side.
Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world. I worked all summer, spring and fall, blond haired woman the cause of it all. Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world. I saw her in Dallas and El Paso. Said come back baby, I need you so. Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world. Mississippi River so big and wide, blond haired woman on the other side. Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
The warden led the prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before they reached my cell Let my guitar playin' friend fill my request Let him sing me back home a song I used to hear. Make my old memories come alive. Sing me away and turn back the year. Sing me home before I die. I recall last Sunday morning when the choir from off the street Came in to sing a few old gospel songs And I heard him tell the singers there's a song my mother sang Can I hear it before you travel on. Sing me back home a song I used to hear. Make my old memories come alive. Sing me away and turn back the year. Sing me back home before I die. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Two From The Vault (2004)
Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes Country garden in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen prospered in his time Well he may and he may decline Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket is hanging clear to hell Halfway twixt now and then Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, Writing "what for?" across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned Several seasons with their treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the by and by Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills One man gathers what another man spills Saint Stephen shall remain, all he lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and foam Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman Spinnin' that curious sense of your own Can you answer? Yes I can! But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Boots were of leather
A breath of cologne Her mirror was a window She sat quite alone All around her the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue She came and she went and at last went away The garden was sealed when the flowers decayed On the wall of the garden a legend did say: No one may come here since no one may stay |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, Would you hear my voice come thru the music, Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, Perhaps they're better left unsung. I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, If your cup is full may it be again, Let it be known there is a fountain, That was not made by the hands of men. There is a road, no simple highway, Between the dawn and the dark of night, And if you go no one may follow, That path is for your steps alone. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. You who would lead, must follow But if you fall you fall alone, If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home. La dee da da da, La da da da da, Da da da, Da da, Da da da da da La da da da, La da da, Da da, La da da da, La da, Da da. ★Taken(테이큰)-샘크로포드군을추모하며?!.ㅋ |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall, you fall alone If you should stand, then who's to guide you If I knew the way I would take you home La da da da La da da da da La da da La da La da da da La da da da La da da da da La da da da La da da da da |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall, you fall alone If you should stand, then who's to guide you If I knew the way I would take you home La da da da La da da da da La da da La da La da da da La da da da La da da da da La da da da La da da da da |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand,
Just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band, Just like New York City, just like Jerico, Pace the halls and climb the walls and get out when they blow. Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose? Ramble on baby, settle down easy Ramble on Rose. Just like Jack and Jill, Mama told the sailor One heat up, and one cool down, leave nothin' for the tailor. Just like Jack and Jill, Papa told the jailer One go up, and one go down, do yourself a favor. Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose? Ramble on baby, settle down easy Ramble on Rose. I'm gonna to sing you a hundred verses in ragtime, I know this song it ain't never gonna end. I'm gonna march you up and down along the county line, Take you to the leader of a band. Just like Crazy Otto, just like Wolfman Jack, Sittin plush with a royal flush, aces back to back. Just like Mary Shelly, just like Frankenstein, Clank your chains and count your change and try to walk the line. Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose? Ramble on baby, settle down easy Ramble on Rose. I'm gonna to sing you a hundred verses in ragtime, I know this song it ain't never gonna end. I'm gonna march you up and down along the county line, Take you to the leader of a band. Good-bye Mama and Papa Good-bye Jack and Jill The grass ain't greener The wine ain't sweeter Either side of the hill. Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose? Ramble on baby, settle down easy Ramble on Rose. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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from Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (2004)
Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Operator can you help me, help me if you please
Give me the right area code and the number, that I need My rider left upon a midnight flyer singin' like a summer breeze I think she's somewhere down south Down about baton rouge But I just can't remember no number, a number I can use Directory don't have it, central done forgot it Got to find a number to use Tryin' to check out a number, tryin' to run down a line Operator said that's privelaged information And it ain't no business of mine Its flooding down in Texas, the polls are out in Utah Got to find a private line She could be hangin round a steel mill working in a house of blue lights Riding a getaway bus outta Oakland, talkin' to the night I don't know where she's goin, I don't care where she's been Long as she's been doin' it right |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine,
Looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign, Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white; Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight. Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Everybody's dancin' down the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery. The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high; Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly. Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news, Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues." His wife say "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do, Crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes." Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth, Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth. Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes, When the rock and roll music meets the risin' sun. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine,
Looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign, Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white; Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight. Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Everybody's dancin' down the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery. The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high; Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly. Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news, Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues." His wife say "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do, Crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes." Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth, Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth. Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes, When the rock and roll music meets the risin' sun. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
Next time you see me things won't be the same,
Next time you see me things won't be the same, If it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow. Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long, Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long, You were wrong to do it woman, and another queen is on your throne. Next time you see me things won't be the same, Next time you see me things won't be the same, If it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Next time you see me things won't be the same,
Next time you see me things won't be the same, If it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow. Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long, Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long, You were wrong to do it woman, and another queen is on your throne. Next time you see me things won't be the same, Next time you see me things won't be the same, If it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow. |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
Please don't dominate the rap, Jack
If you've got nothing new to say If you please, don't back up the track This train's got to run today I spent a little time on the mountain I spent a little time on the hill I heard some say, "better run away" Others say, "better stand still" Now I don't know, but I've been told It's hard to run with the weight of gold Other hand, I have heard it said It's just as hard with the weight of lead Who can deny, who can deny It's not just a change of style? One step done and another begun And I wonder how many miles I spent a little time on the mountain I spent a little time on the hill Things went down we don't understand But I think in time we will Now I don't know, but I was told In the heat of the sun, a man died of cold Keep on coming or stand and wait With the sun so dark and the hour so late You can't overlook the lack, Jack Of any other highway to ride It's got no signs or dividing lines And very few rule to guide I spent a little time on the mountain I spent a little time on the hill I saw things getting out of hand I guess they always will Now I don't know, but I been told If the horse don't pull you, got to carry the load I don't know whose back's that strong Maybe find out before too long One way or another, one way or another One way or another, this darkness got to give One way or another, one way or another One way or another, this darkness got to give One way or another, one way or another One way or another, this darkness got to give |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born,
Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud, Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone, All graceful instruments are known. When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone, When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd, Winter morning breaks, you're all alone. The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own, And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud This ground on which the seed of love is sown, All graceful instruments are known. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Two From The Vault (2004)
Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born,
Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud, Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone, All graceful instruments are known. When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone, When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd, Winter morning breaks, you're all alone. The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own, And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud This ground on which the seed of love is sown, All graceful instruments are known. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
I was born in a desert, Raised in a lion's den
And my number one occupation is stealing women from their men If you're down in Memphis, you best stop down minglewood When I take a walk down there, all the women sure look good If you can't believe me, it'll make it hard to believe in you Cause we all need each other, well you know it's true |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
I take a little powder, take a little salt, put it in my shotgun, I go walkin'
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low, Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so. I won't even take your life, won't even take a limb, Just unload my shotgun, take a little skin. Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low, Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so. Well you take my silver dollar, take those silver dimes, Fix it up together in some alligator wine. I can hear the drums, voodoo all night long, Mister Charlie tells me I can't do nothing wrong. Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low, Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so. Now Mister Charlie told me, won't you like to know, Give you little warning before I let you go. Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low, Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so. Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie, Mister Charlie told me so |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Cold Mountain water
the jade merchant's daughter Mountains of the Moon, Bow and bend to me Hi ho the Carrion Crow Folderolderiddle Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Bow and bend to me Hey Tom Banjo Hey a laurel More than laurel You may sow More than laurel You may sow Hey the laurel Hey the city In the rain Hey, hey, Hey the white wheat Waving in the wind 20 degrees of solitude 20 degrees in all All the dancing kings & wives assembled in the hall Lost is a long & lonely time Fairy Sybil flying All along the all along the Mountains of the Moon Here is feast of solitude A fiddler grim and tall Plays to dancing kings and wives Assembled in the hall Of lost, long, lonely times Fairy Sibil flying All along the all along the Mountains of the Moon Hey Tom Banjo It's time to matter The Earth will see you on through this time The Earth will see you on through this time Down by the water The Marsh King's Daughter Did you know? Clothed in tatters Always will be Tom, where did you go? Mountains of the Moon, Electra Mountains of the Moon All along the All along the Mountains of the Moon Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Folderolderiddle Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Bow and bend to me Bend to me |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
Cold Mountain water
the jade merchant's daughter Mountains of the Moon, Bow and bend to me Hi ho the Carrion Crow Folderolderiddle Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Bow and bend to me Hey Tom Banjo Hey a laurel More than laurel You may sow More than laurel You may sow Hey the laurel Hey the city In the rain Hey, hey, Hey the white wheat Waving in the wind 20 degrees of solitude 20 degrees in all All the dancing kings & wives assembled in the hall Lost is a long & lonely time Fairy Sybil flying All along the all along the Mountains of the Moon Here is feast of solitude A fiddler grim and tall Plays to dancing kings and wives Assembled in the hall Of lost, long, lonely times Fairy Sibil flying All along the all along the Mountains of the Moon Hey Tom Banjo It's time to matter The Earth will see you on through this time The Earth will see you on through this time Down by the water The Marsh King's Daughter Did you know? Clothed in tatters Always will be Tom, where did you go? Mountains of the Moon, Electra Mountains of the Moon All along the All along the Mountains of the Moon Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Folderolderiddle Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Bow and bend to me Bend to me |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today. I can't walk you out in the morning dew my honey, I can't walk you out in the morning dew today. I thought I heard a baby cry this morning, I thought I heard a baby cry this today. You didn't hear no baby cry this morning, You didn't hear no baby cry today. Where have all the people gone my honey, Where have all the people gone today. There's no need for you to be worrying about all those people, You never see those people anyway. I thought I heard a young man morn this morning, I thought I heard a young man morn today. I thought I heard a young man morn this morning, I can't walk you out in the morning dew today. Walk me out in the morning dew my honey, Walk me out in the morning dew today. I'll walk you out in the morning dew my honey, I guess it doesn't really matter anyway, I guess it doesn't matter anyway, I guess it doesn't matter anyway, Guess it doesn't matter anyway... |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Laid back in an old saloon with a peso in my hand,
Just watchin' flies and children on the street. I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile. There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet. And It's three days ride from Bakersfield, And I don't know why I came. I guess I came to keep from payin' dues. So, instead, I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen, And a damned good case of the Mexicali Blues. Yeh! Is there anything a man don't stand to lose When the Devil wants to take it all away? Cherish well your thoughts and keep a tight grip on your booze Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today. She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town. I didn't know a stage-line ran from Hell. She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold, And all the french perfume you'd care to smell. She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear, Go on, my friend, do anything you choose..." Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms With a life-time's worth of Mexicali Blues. Is there anything a man don't stand to lose When the Devil wants to take it all away? Cherish well your thoughts and keep a tight grip on your booze Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today. Then a man rode into town some thought he was the law. But Billy Jean was waitin' when he came. She told me he would take her if I didn't use my gun And I'd have no one but myself to blame. I went down to those dusty streets--blood was on my mind. I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news. Cause I shot first and killed him. Lord, he didn't even draw. And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues. Is there anything a man don't stand to lose When he lets a woman hold him in her hand? You just might find yourself out there on horseback in the dark Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands. |
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from Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (2004)
The first I remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin'
And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride. On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I was bound No one could steer me right, but mama tried. Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild Mama seemed to know what lay in store In spite of all my Sunday learnin' For the bad I kept on turnin' and mama couldn't hold me anymore. And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best Oh she tried to raise me right, but I refused. And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, beause I'm moanin' low And you know I'm only in it for the gold All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around about the wide world over And you'll never find another honest man. Last fair deal in the country,Sweet Suzie, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Don't you push me baby, cause I'm moanin' low And I know a little something you won't ever know Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee Gotta get up in the morning and go Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, beause I'm moanin' low And you know I'm only in it for the gold All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around about the wide world over And you'll never find another honest man. Last fair deal in the country,Sweet Suzie, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Don't you push me baby, cause I'm moanin' low And I know a little something you won't ever know Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee Gotta get up in the morning and go Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, beause I'm moanin' low And you know I'm only in it for the gold All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around about the wide world over And you'll never find another honest man. Last fair deal in the country,Sweet Suzie, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Don't you push me baby, cause I'm moanin' low And I know a little something you won't ever know Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee Gotta get up in the morning and go Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time. |
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from Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (2004)
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. He never learned to read or write so well, But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell. Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track. The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passin' by would stop and say "My my, but that little country boy can play!" Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man." You will be the leader of a big old band Many people comin' from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. He never learned to read or write so well, But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell. Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track. The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passin' by would stop and say "My my, but that little country boy can play!" Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man." You will be the leader of a big old band Many people comin' from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel say |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
We can share the women
We can share the wine We can share what we got of yours 'Cause we done shared all of mine Keep a rolling Just a mile to go Keep on rolling, my old buddy You're moving much too slow I just jumped the watchman Right outside the fence Took his ring, four bucks in change Now ain't that heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon Burns my eyes to see Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon Might as well be me We used to play for silver Now we play for life One's for sport and one's for blood At the point of a knife Now the die is shaken Now the die must fall There ain't a winner in this game Who don't go home with all Not with all... Leaving Texas Fourth day of July Sun so hot, clouds so low The eagles filled the sky Catch the Detroit Lightning Out of Santa Fe Great Northern out of Cheyenne From sea to shining sea Gotta get to Tulsa First train we can ride Got to settle one old score And one small point of pride... Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon Keep him from the sun Ain't no bed will give us rest, man, You keep us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita Cut his buddy down Dug for him a shallow grave And layed his body down Half a mile from Tucson By the morning light One man gone and another to go My old buddy you're moving much too slow We can share the women we can share the wine... |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (2004)
You said you was hurtin', almost lost your mind;
'Cause the man you love, hurts you all the time. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love him a little more, when you ought to love him less. Why pick up behind him and take his best? 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love another man; Oh, but I love you But you love him darlin', stick to him just about like glue. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. Well, he better leave you, or you best put him down. 'Cause you know, I just can't stand to see, see you pushed around. 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
You said you was hurtin', almost lost your mind;
'Cause the man you love, hurts you all the time. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love him a little more, when you ought to love him less. Why pick up behind him and take his best? 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love another man; Oh, but I love you But you love him darlin', stick to him just about like glue. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. Well, he better leave you, or you best put him down. 'Cause you know, I just can't stand to see, see you pushed around. 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
You said you was hurtin', almost lost your mind;
'Cause the man you love, hurts you all the time. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love him a little more, when you ought to love him less. Why pick up behind him and take his best? 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love another man; Oh, but I love you But you love him darlin', stick to him just about like glue. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. Well, he better leave you, or you best put him down. 'Cause you know, I just can't stand to see, see you pushed around. 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
You told me goodbye
How was I to know You didn't mean goodbye You meant "please don't let me go" I was having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know The wheels are muddy Got a ton of hay Now listen here, baby 'Cause I mean what I say I'm having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know I was losing time, I had nothing to do No one to fight, I came to you Wheels broke down, leader won't draw The line is busted, the last one I saw Tomorrow come trouble Tomorrow come pain Now don't think too hard, baby 'Cause you know what I'm saying I could show you a high time Living the good life Ah, don't be that way Nothing's for certain It could always go wrong Come in when it's raining Go on out when it's gone We could have us a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know |
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