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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
I had a hard run
Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why? Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by, Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark, fly through the night. Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore. Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind. All I know is something like a bird within her sang, All I know she sang a little while and then flew off, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Driving that train
High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine Hits River Junction at seventeen to At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again. Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Trouble ahead, oh, Lady in red, Take my advice you'd be better off dead. Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train High on cocaine, Casey Jones you better watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Drive your train! Trouble with you is the trouble with me Got two good eyes but you still don't see Come round the bend, you know it's the end The fireman screams and the engine just gleams Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind And you know that notion just crossed my mind |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
I can't stay much longer, Melinda
The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down, I gotta get down Gotta get down to, to the mine You keep me up just one more night I can't sleep here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down, I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more A lotta poor man make a five dollar bill But keep him happy all the time Some other fella's makin' nothin' at all And you can hear him cry "Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine?" Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day Made any more, I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losin' Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine Than to be in some big city In a small room with a girl on my mind So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to see you another man's darling And to know that you'll never be mine So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Then to be home alone knowing that you're gone Would cause me to lose my mind So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Since it costs a lot to win, and even more to lose,
You and me bound to spend some time wond'rin' what to choose. Goes to show, you don't ever know, Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. I been gamblin' hereabouts for ten good solid years, If I told you all that went down it would burn off both of your ears. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. Since you poured the wine for me and tightened up my shoes, I hate to leave you sittin' there, composin' lonesome blues. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down. Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Don't you let that deal go down, don't you let that deal go down. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
I been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer,
been chippin' up rocks for the great highway, live five years if I take my time, ballin' that jack and a drinkin' my wine. I been chippin' them rocks from dawn till doom, while my rider hide my bottle in the other room. Doctor say better stop ballin' that jack, if I live five years I gonna bust my back, yes I will. Easy wind cross the Bayou today cause there's a whole lotta women, mama, out in red on the streets today. And the river keeps a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. Gotta find a woman be good to me, won't hide my liquor try to serve me tea, cause I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true and I'll give everything that I got to you, yes I will. Easy wind going cross the Bayou today there's a whole lotta women out on the streets in a red today. And the river keep a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Well, I was feelin' so bad, asked my family doctor 'bout what I had,
I said, "Doctor, Doctor, Mister M.D., can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. So come on baby, squeeze me tight Don't you want your daddy to be all right? I said baby, now it's for sure, I've got the fever, you got the cure. He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. Hey, got to have lovin' (good lovin') Well, you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Come on now and give me good lovin' (good lovin'). Well, I was feelin' sort of bad now, Asked my family doctor 'bout what I had, I said, "Doctor, Doctor, mister M.D., Can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') Give me, give me, give me some lovin' (good lovin'). Come on now, everybody get right, (got to have lovin) You may be weak or you may be blind (got to have lovin') But even a blind man knows when the sun is shining (got to have lovin') So turn it on now (got to have lovin') Turn on, turn on your light (got to have lovin'). Gimme, gimme, gimme some lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') You need it, I need it, well you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Say it again now, good lovin'. Well turn on your light, you won't regret it (good lovin') You got to go for the good and get it (good lovin') Everybody, they got to have lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin'. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Three From The Vault (2007)
Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out of the cold. His brain was boiling, his reason was spent Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent I asked him for mercy, He gave he gave me a gun. Now and again these things just got to be done. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor Said "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door." Moses stood up a full six foot ten Said "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in." Ask him for water, he poured me some wine We finished the bottle and broke into mine. You get what you come for, ya ready to go Well, it's one in ten thousand that come for the show. Abraham and Isaac diggin' on a well Mama came quick with the water witch spell Well cool clear water well you can't ever tell. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. |
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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 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 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 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 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 - 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 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 - American Beauty (2004)
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know And lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear You sang to me I have spent my life Seeking all that's still unsung Bent my ear to hear the tune And closed my eyes to see When there were no strings to play You played to me In the book of love's own dream Where all the print is blood Where all the pages are my days And all my lights grow old When I had no wings to fly You flew to me You flew to me In the secret space of dreams Where I dreaming lay amazed When the secrets all are told And the petals all unfold When there was no dream of mine You dreamed of me |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know And lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear You sang to me I have spent my life Seeking all that's still unsung Bent my ear to hear the tune And closed my eyes to see When there were no strings to play You played to me In the book of love's own dream Where all the print is blood Where all the pages are my days And all my lights grow old When I had no wings to fly You flew to me You flew to me In the secret space of dreams Where I dreaming lay amazed When the secrets all are told And the petals all unfold When there was no dream of mine You dreamed of me |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Look out of any window
Any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining, birds are winging No rain is falling from a heavy sky What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed One afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway Feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you What do you want me to do To watch for you while you're sleeping? Then please don't be surprised When you find me dreaming, too Look into any eyes you find by you You can see clear to another day Maybe been seen before Through other eyes on other days while going home What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed One afternoon long ago Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken And your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain And love will see you through Just a box of rain, wind and water Believe it if you need it, if you don't, just pass it on Sun and shower, wind and rain In and out the window like a moth before a flame And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare And it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll In a bed, in a bed by the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul River gonna take me Sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come Since I first left home Goin home, goin home by the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul Goin to plant a weeping willow On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow Sing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven boys, I'll take your money home Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive Good mornin Mr. Benson, I see you're doin well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to Hell Look out look out the Candyman, here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again Ooooh ooooooh Ooooh uhhh uhh Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys then lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round Wont you to tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven boys, I'll take your money home Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive Good mornin Mr. Benson, I see you're doin well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to Hell Look out look out the Candyman, here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again Ooooh ooooooh Ooooh uhhh uhh Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys then lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round Wont you to tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night 'til the morning came around Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills Set out runnin' but I take my time a friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight I ran down to the levee, but the devil caught me there He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night 'til the morning came around Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills Set out runnin' but I take my time a friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight I ran down to the levee, but the devil caught me there He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight |
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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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
(Do Not Stop on Tracks)
I went down one day, I went down one day to see a Gypsy woman, Just one old day, yes I did, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out now, What's wrong with me and my baby. We ain't gettin' down like we used to do, I mean it's pretty good now, but there was a time, When it didn't work too well. I went down to see this Gypsy woman, you understand, I told her my story, I told her what was goin' on. And she told me, man she said, all you need, all you need, She said all you got to have, oh Lord, Just a touch of Mojo's hand, oh bring it back on, And it feels pretty good, yes indeed. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
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. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
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. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
Dark star, crashes
Pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting, for faults in the clouds of delusion Shall we go, you and I while we can Through, the transitive nightfall of diamonds Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye Shall we go, you and I while we can Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
Da da da da da da da da da da da
Sittin in Mangrove valley chasing light beams Everything wanders from baby to Z Baby Baby pretty it up on Tuesday Old like a rum-drinking demon at tea. Baby Baby tell me what's the matter, what, what tell me what's your why how? Tell me why will you never come home Tell me what's your reason, if you've got a good one. Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. Take my line, go fishin' for a Tuesday, Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea. Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons, Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three. The rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go y'know. Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file. Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit darker before the day. Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone's doin' that rag. You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset. No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes. Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning, Everything promised is delivered to you. Don't neglect to pick up what your share is, All the winter birds are winging home now. Hey love go, and look around you, Nothing out there you haven't seen before now. Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, If you keep on doin' that rag. Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, If you keep on doin' that rag. One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve. Come back here pretty baby Louise And tell me the name of the game that you play. Is it All Fall Down? Is it All Go Under? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
When I was just a little young boy,
Papa said son, you'll never get far, Tell you the reason, if you wanna know, Cause child of mine, there isn't really far to go. Well, baby baby wants a gold diamond ring, Wants it more than any old thing, Well when I get those jelly-roll blues, Why I go and get anything in this world for you. Down to the jewelry store packin' a gun, Says, "Wrap it up I think I'll take this one" "A thousand dollars please," the jewelry man said, Dupree said, "I'll pay this one off to you in lead". Well you know son, you just can't figure, First thing you know you're gonna to pull that trigger, And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad, Jelly-roll will drive you so mad. Judge said, "Son, it's gonna cost you some time" Dupree said, "Judge you know that crossed my mind" Judge said, "Fact it's gonna cost you your life" Dupree said, "Judge you know that seems to me to be about right". Baby baby you gonna lose her sweet man, Dupree come out with a losin' hand, Baby's gonna weep it up for a while, Then go out and find another sweet man's gonna treat her with style. Judge said, "Son, I know your baby well, But that's a secret I can never tell" Dupree said, "Judge well it's well understood, But you got to admit that sweet Jelly's so good". Well you know son, you just can't figure, First thing you know you're gonna to pull that trigger, And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad, Same old story and I know it's been told, Some like Jelly Jelly, some like gold, Many a man's done a terrible thing Just to get, baby a shinin' diamond ring. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Fillmore East 2-11-69 (2004)
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too. Come on now pretty baby I just can't help myself You're so young and pretty I don't need nobody else. Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Don't you hear me crying? I'm gonna leave you baby about the break of day On account of the way you treat me, I got to stay away. Come on now pretty baby darling come on home You know I love you baby, I got to get you all alone. Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Don't you hear me crying? I'm gonna buy me an airplane and fly all over your town Tell everybody baby, lord knows you're fine Come on pretty baby now, I just can't help myself You're so young and pretty I don't need nobody else. Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Don't you hear me crying? Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too. I'm a schoolboy, too. Hey, I'm a schoolboy, too. I want to be your chauffeur, I want to ride your little machine I want to be your chauffeur, I want to ride your little machine I want to put a tiger, baby I want to put a tiger, baby. I want to put a tiger, baby, hey in your sweet little tank. Hey baby now yes I do ha, yes I do Hey I got to hey, I got to come on home with you Tell your mama, tell your papa, tell your mama and your papa Hey, I'm a schoolboy, too, hey, hey, I'm a schoolboy, too. Ha oww, I'm a schoolboy, too, ow, I wanna keep your company Hey I wanna keep your company. |
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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 - 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)
Sleepy Alligator in the noon day sun,
Lyin' by the river just like he usually done. Call for his whiskey, he can call for his tea, Call all he want to, but he can't call for me. Oh no! I've been there before, And I ain't gonna come around here any more. Creepy alligator coming all around the bend, Shoutin' about the times when we was mutual friends, I checked my memory and I checked it quick, yes I will. I checked it runnin' some old kind of trick. Oh no! Well I've been there before, And I ain't gonna come around here any more. Sailin' down the river in an old canoe, A bunch of and an old tennis shoe. Out of the river all ugly and green, Came the biggest old alligator that I've ever seen! Teeth big and pointy and his eyes were buggin' out, Contracted the union, put the beggars to rout. Screamin' and yellin', he was pickin' his chops, He never runs he just stumbles and hops. Just out of prison on ten dollars bail, Mumblin' bitches and waggin' his tail. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Well this job I've got is just a little too hard,
Running out of money, Lord, I need more pay. Gonna wake up in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags, I'm gonna beat it on down the line. I'm goin' down the line, goin down the line, Goin' down the line, goin down the line, Goin' down the line, goin down the line, Beat it on down the line. Yes I'll be waiting at the station Lord, when that train pulls on by, I'm going back where I belong. I'm going back to that same old used-to-be, Down in Joe Brown's coal mine. Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. Down in Joe Brown's coal mine. Yeah, I'm goin' back to that shack way across that railroad track, Uh huh, that's where I think I belong. Got a sweet woman, Lord, and she's waiting there for me And that's where I'm gonna make my happy home. Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home. Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home. Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home. That's where I'm gonna make my happy home. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
I had a hard run
Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why? Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by, Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark, fly through the night. Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore. Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind. All I know is something like a bird within her sang, All I know she sang a little while and then flew off, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Driving that train
High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine Hits River Junction at seventeen to At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again. Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Trouble ahead, oh, Lady in red, Take my advice you'd be better off dead. Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train High on cocaine, Casey Jones you better watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Drive your train! Trouble with you is the trouble with me Got two good eyes but you still don't see Come round the bend, you know it's the end The fireman screams and the engine just gleams Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind And you know that notion just crossed my mind |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life
Run me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow, run me out in the cold rain and snow Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair And I ain't goin be treated this ol' way Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune Well I'm goin where those chilly winds don't blow |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
I can't stay much longer, Melinda
The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down, I gotta get down Gotta get down to, to the mine You keep me up just one more night I can't sleep here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down, I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more A lotta poor man make a five dollar bill But keep him happy all the time Some other fella's makin' nothin' at all And you can hear him cry "Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine?" Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day Made any more, I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losin' Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine Than to be in some big city In a small room with a girl on my mind So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to see you another man's darling And to know that you'll never be mine So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Then to be home alone knowing that you're gone Would cause me to lose my mind So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Dark star, crashes
Pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting, for faults in the clouds of delusion Shall we go, you and I while we can Through, the transitive nightfall of diamonds Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye Shall we go, you and I while we can Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Out in the west Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me at Rosa's Cantina Music would play and Felina would whirl Black as the night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting a spell My love was strong for this Mexiacn maiden I was in love, but in vain, I could tell One night a wily young cowboy came in Wild as the west Texas wind Dashing and daring a drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved So in anger I challenged his right for the heart of the maiden Down went his hand for the gun that he wore My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked at the foul, evil deed I had done Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there I had but one chance, and that was to run Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran Out where the horses were tied I picked a good one, it looked like he could run Up on his back and away I did ride Just as fast as I Could from the west Texas town of El Paso Out through the Badlands of New Mexico Back in El Paso my life would be worthless Everything's gone in life, nothing is left It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger than my fear of death I saddled up and away I did go Riding alone in the dark Maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me But anything's worth this pain in my heart Now at last here I Am on the hill overlooking El Paso I can see Rosa's Cantina below My love is strong and it pushes me onward Down off the hill to Felina I go Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys Off to my left ride a dozen or more Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me I've got to make it to Rosa's back door Suddenly something is wrong, for I feel A deep burning pain in my side It's getting harder to stay in the saddle I'm getting weary, unable to ride But my love for Felina is strong, and I rise where I've fallen Though I am weary I can't stop to rest I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle I feel the bullet go deep in my chest From out of nowhere Felina has found me Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for One little kiss and Felina Good Bye |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow. I don't want to be treated this away |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow. I don't want to be treated this away |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Well, I was feelin' so bad, asked my family doctor 'bout what I had,
I said, "Doctor, Doctor, Mister M.D., can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. So come on baby, squeeze me tight Don't you want your daddy to be all right? I said baby, now it's for sure, I've got the fever, you got the cure. He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. Hey, got to have lovin' (good lovin') Well, you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Come on now and give me good lovin' (good lovin'). Well, I was feelin' sort of bad now, Asked my family doctor 'bout what I had, I said, "Doctor, Doctor, mister M.D., Can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') Give me, give me, give me some lovin' (good lovin'). Come on now, everybody get right, (got to have lovin) You may be weak or you may be blind (got to have lovin') But even a blind man knows when the sun is shining (got to have lovin') So turn it on now (got to have lovin') Turn on, turn on your light (got to have lovin'). Gimme, gimme, gimme some lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') You need it, I need it, well you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Say it again now, good lovin'. Well turn on your light, you won't regret it (good lovin') You got to go for the good and get it (good lovin') Everybody, they got to have lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin'. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Well, I was feelin' so bad, asked my family doctor 'bout what I had,
I said, "Doctor, Doctor, Mister M.D., can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. So come on baby, squeeze me tight Don't you want your daddy to be all right? I said baby, now it's for sure, I've got the fever, you got the cure. He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. Hey, got to have lovin' (good lovin') Well, you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Come on now and give me good lovin' (good lovin'). Well, I was feelin' sort of bad now, Asked my family doctor 'bout what I had, I said, "Doctor, Doctor, mister M.D., Can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') Give me, give me, give me some lovin' (good lovin'). Come on now, everybody get right, (got to have lovin) You may be weak or you may be blind (got to have lovin') But even a blind man knows when the sun is shining (got to have lovin') So turn it on now (got to have lovin') Turn on, turn on your light (got to have lovin'). Gimme, gimme, gimme some lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') You need it, I need it, well you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Say it again now, good lovin'. Well turn on your light, you won't regret it (good lovin') You got to go for the good and get it (good lovin') Everybody, they got to have lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin'. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Ladies And Gentlemen...The Grateful Dead/ Fillmore East April 1971 (2004)
Baby here I am and I'm a man upon the scene
I can give you what you want, but you got to come home with me I got a whole lot of good ole loving and I got some in store When I get through throwin' it on to you got to come back for more Boys and things will come by the dozen Ain't nothin' but drug store love Pretty little thing let me light your candle Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now yes I am. Action speaks louder than words and I'm a man with great experience I know you got another man, but I can love you better than him Take my hand, don't be afraid I'm gonna prove every word I say I'm advertising love for free so won't you place your ad with me? Boys and things will come by the dozen Ain't nothin' but drug store love Pretty little thing let me light your candle Give it to me baby, I got to have it, some of your love It's all I need, early in the morning, late in the evening. |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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)
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all. You got me working boss man, a workin' around the clock, I want a little drink of whiskey, you sure won't let me stop. Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all. I'm gonna get me a boss man, one gonna treat me right, I work hard in the daytime, sure get drunk at night. You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too,
Now my mama told me, papa told me too, Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. Wish I had a'listened to what my mama said, Wish I had a'listened to what my mama said, Well I wouldn't be here tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed. Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time, Went down to the depot, never got there on time. Well my train done left, she's a rollin' down the line. Mister jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies, Mister jailer go away, don't tell me no lies, When the train's going down, she's rollin' down the line. Well my mama told me, my papa told me too, Now my mama told me, papa told me too, Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau from St. Angel Say the weather down here so fine Just then the wind came squalling through the dark But who can the weather command? Just want to have a little peace to die And a friend or two I love at hand Fever roll up to a hundred and five Roll on up, gonna roll back down One more day I find myself alive Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground See here how everything led up to this day And it's just like any other day that's ever been Sun going up and then the sun going down Come around, come around The people might know, but the people don't care That a man can be as poor as me Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain Now let's come run and see, run and see Run and see, run, run and see, and see |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Bringing me down,
I'm running aground Blind in the light of the interstate cars. Passing me by, The busses and semis, Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars. But I'm here by the road, Bound to the load That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in With its words of a life where nothing is new. Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light. Ohhh, I'm drowning in you. I left St. Louis, the City of Blues, In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end Cause you weren't the woman I thought I once met. But I can't deny that times have gone by When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret And I was a man when all this began Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in. And it speaks of a life that passes like dew. It's forced me to see that you've done better by me, Better by me than I've done by you. What's to be found, racing around, You carry your pain wherever you go. Full of the blues and trying to lose You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know. So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies Please help them to learn as well as to see Capture a glance and make it a dance Of looking at you looking at me. The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in With its words of a lie that could almost be true. Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light. I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do Goin back home that's what I'm gonna do Turnin' around, That's what I'm gonna do 'Cause you've done better by me Than I've done by you |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll In a bed, in a bed by the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul River gonna take me Sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come Since I first left home Goin home, goin home by the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul Goin to plant a weeping willow On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow Sing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
(Do Not Stop on Tracks)
I went down one day, I went down one day to see a Gypsy woman, Just one old day, yes I did, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out now, What's wrong with me and my baby. We ain't gettin' down like we used to do, I mean it's pretty good now, but there was a time, When it didn't work too well. I went down to see this Gypsy woman, you understand, I told her my story, I told her what was goin' on. And she told me, man she said, all you need, all you need, She said all you got to have, oh Lord, Just a touch of Mojo's hand, oh bring it back on, And it feels pretty good, yes indeed. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Take it, you can have it, what I got baby, I can't hold
And if you find the secret tell me how to build the mold. And I can't handle your problems so don't try to handle mine, Get yourself a shotgun, a pocketful of shells And we can while away the time. Look up the wall, do it right, make a mistake, You're going to pay for it twice, But if you need it, got to have it get yourself A shotgun and bring it back home Look up the wall, you know you got to call Before you start falling, get ready to fall. And if you fallin my direction Don't expect no help at all....don't Get it right, do it nice And if you make a mistake, you're going to pay for it twice, But if you need it, got to have it get yourself A shotgun and bring it back home Look up the wall, you know you got to call But if you start falling, be ready to fall, And if you fall in my direction Don't expect no help at all, don't expect no help at all, Don't expect no help at all, and if you fall in my direction Don't expect no help at all, |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life
Run me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow, run me out in the cold rain and snow Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair And I ain't goin be treated this ol' way Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune Well I'm goin where those chilly winds don't blow |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see?
Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe." Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill, only love can fill. Been walking all morning went walking all night I can't see much difference between the dark and light And I feel the wind And I taste the rain Never in my mind to cause so much pain. Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see? Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe." Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill, only love can fill. From day to day just letting it ride. You get so far away from how it feels inside. You can't let go cause you're afraid to fall, But the day may come when you can't feel at all. The words come out like an angry stream. You hear yourself say things you could never mean. When you cool down you find your mind. You got a lot of words you've got to stand behind. Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see? Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe." Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill, only love can fill, only love can fill, only love can fill. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Dark star, crashes
Pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting, for faults in the clouds of delusion Shall we go, you and I while we can Through, the transitive nightfall of diamonds Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye Shall we go, you and I while we can Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Since it costs a lot to win, and even more to lose,
You and me bound to spend some time wond'rin' what to choose. Goes to show, you don't ever know, Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. I been gamblin' hereabouts for ten good solid years, If I told you all that went down it would burn off both of your ears. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. Since you poured the wine for me and tightened up my shoes, I hate to leave you sittin' there, composin' lonesome blues. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down. Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Don't you let that deal go down, don't you let that deal go down. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Out in the west Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me at Rosa's Cantina Music would play and Felina would whirl Black as the night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting a spell My love was strong for this Mexiacn maiden I was in love, but in vain, I could tell One night a wily young cowboy came in Wild as the west Texas wind Dashing and daring a drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved So in anger I challenged his right for the heart of the maiden Down went his hand for the gun that he wore My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked at the foul, evil deed I had done Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there I had but one chance, and that was to run Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran Out where the horses were tied I picked a good one, it looked like he could run Up on his back and away I did ride Just as fast as I Could from the west Texas town of El Paso Out through the Badlands of New Mexico Back in El Paso my life would be worthless Everything's gone in life, nothing is left It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger than my fear of death I saddled up and away I did go Riding alone in the dark Maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me But anything's worth this pain in my heart Now at last here I Am on the hill overlooking El Paso I can see Rosa's Cantina below My love is strong and it pushes me onward Down off the hill to Felina I go Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys Off to my left ride a dozen or more Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me I've got to make it to Rosa's back door Suddenly something is wrong, for I feel A deep burning pain in my side It's getting harder to stay in the saddle I'm getting weary, unable to ride But my love for Felina is strong, and I rise where I've fallen Though I am weary I can't stop to rest I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle I feel the bullet go deep in my chest From out of nowhere Felina has found me Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for One little kiss and Felina Good Bye |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow. I don't want to be treated this away |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Well, I was feelin' so bad, asked my family doctor 'bout what I had,
I said, "Doctor, Doctor, Mister M.D., can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. So come on baby, squeeze me tight Don't you want your daddy to be all right? I said baby, now it's for sure, I've got the fever, you got the cure. He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. Hey, got to have lovin' (good lovin') Well, you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Come on now and give me good lovin' (good lovin'). Well, I was feelin' sort of bad now, Asked my family doctor 'bout what I had, I said, "Doctor, Doctor, mister M.D., Can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') Give me, give me, give me some lovin' (good lovin'). Come on now, everybody get right, (got to have lovin) You may be weak or you may be blind (got to have lovin') But even a blind man knows when the sun is shining (got to have lovin') So turn it on now (got to have lovin') Turn on, turn on your light (got to have lovin'). Gimme, gimme, gimme some lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') You need it, I need it, well you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Say it again now, good lovin'. Well turn on your light, you won't regret it (good lovin') You got to go for the good and get it (good lovin') Everybody, they got to have lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin'. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Steppin` Out With The Grateful Dead/ England `72 (2004)
Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out of the cold. His brain was boiling, his reason was spent Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent I asked him for mercy, He gave he gave me a gun. Now and again these things just got to be done. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor Said "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door." Moses stood up a full six foot ten Said "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in." Ask him for water, he poured me some wine We finished the bottle and broke into mine. You get what you come for, ya ready to go Well, it's one in ten thousand that come for the show. Abraham and Isaac diggin' on a well Mama came quick with the water witch spell Well cool clear water well you can't ever tell. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. |
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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 - 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 |