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Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Come on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander round I wander round Sunshine daydream Walkin through the tall trees Going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama cryin for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Majordomo Billy Bojangles Sit down and have a drink with me What's this about Alabame Keeps comin back to me? Heard your plea in the courthouse Jurybox began to rock and rise Fortynine sister states all had Alabama in their eyes Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Why don't we just give Alabama rope enough to hang himself? Ain't no call to worry the jury His kind takes care of itself Twentythird Psalm Majordomo reserve me a table for three in the Valley of the Shadow just you, Alabama and me Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me turn around and leave and walk away |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (Chorus) Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone (Chorus) You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home |
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All of my friends come to see me last night
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Look for a while at the China Cat sunflower,
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun. Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono, Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind. Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandanna, 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 Cryin' Leonardo, Words from out a silk trombone. I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls, In the eagle-winged palace of the Queen Chinee. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Come on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander round I wander round Sunshine daydream Walkin through the tall trees Going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama cryin for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Majordomo Billy Bojangles Sit down and have a drink with me What's this about Alabame Keeps comin back to me? Heard your plea in the courthouse Jurybox began to rock and rise Fortynine sister states all had Alabama in their eyes Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Why don't we just give Alabama rope enough to hang himself? Ain't no call to worry the jury His kind takes care of itself Twentythird Psalm Majordomo reserve me a table for three in the Valley of the Shadow just you, Alabama and me Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me turn around and leave and walk away |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (Chorus) Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone (Chorus) You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Red and white, blue suede shoes
I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive Ain't no luck, I learned to duck. Check my pulse, it don't change Stay seventy-two come shine or rain Wave the flag, pop the bag Rock the boat, skin the goat Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band Shake the hand that shook the hand Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan. Shine your shoes, light your fuse Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth Run your life, steal your wife. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my Back to back chicken shack Son of a gun, better change your act We're all confused, what's to lose? Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,
tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing. Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground, all I leave behind me is only what I found. If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play, stranger ones have come by here before they flew away. I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny, I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die. Take up your china doll, take up your china doll, it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall. La-la-la-la-la-la-la. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Blue light rain, whoa unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane. Listening for the secret, searching for the sound But I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds. Willow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder why, They say love your brother, but you will catch it when you try. Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss, Ride you out on a cold railroad and nail you to a cross. November and more, as I wait for the score, They're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door. A slow winter day a night like forever, Sink like a stone, float like a feather. (instrumental) Lilac rain, unbroken chain, Song of the sawhet owl. Out on the mountain, it'll drive you insane, Listening to the winds howl Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls, Unbroken chain of shy and sea. Unbroken chain of the western wind, Unbroken chain of you and me. |
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Loose Lucy is my delight, she come runnin' and we ball all night,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. She's my yo-yo, I'm her string, listen to the birds on the hot wire sing, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" I got jumped coming home last night, Shadow in the alley turned out all my lights, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. Loose Lucy, she was sore, says I know you don't want my love no more, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Be-bop baby how can this be? I know you been out a' cheating on me, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. Cross my heart and hope to die, I was just hanging out with the other guys, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Went back home with two black eyes, you know I'll love ya till the day I die, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. I like your smile but I ain't your type, don't shake the tree when its fruit ain't ripe, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, From the other direction, she was calling my eye, It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before. Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong. It seldom turns out the way it does in this song. Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right. Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes, I had to learn the hard way-i had to let her pass by, let her pass by Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"; The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Out on the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon,
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way, can't hit that border too soon. Running hard out of Muskrat Flats, it was sixty days or double life, Hail on my back like a shotgun blast, high wind chimes in the night. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, oh, oh bitter olives in the sun, Oh, oh I had me some lovin', and I done some time. Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned By standing in the road alone, standing watching the fires burn. The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around, Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel, sitting doing that git on down. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, of, of silver apples in the sun, I see your silver shining town, but I know I can't go there -- Your streets run deep with poisoned wine, your doorways crawl with fear. So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at, where the weed grows green and fine And wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine. Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga, I can see golden forests in the sun. |
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My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click She says furs or diamonds, you can take your pick She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money She say, "Money, honey", I draw a blank, I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and loan, To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again, I got a notion that you're leadin' me to sin Won't you relax, won't you lay way back, Don't you bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac It's only bucks, you don't need no jack So won't you please relax and lay way back My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills Now some folks say the best things in life are free, I sure don't get no lovin' livin' honestly! She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, Next thing you know, you got the women's lib Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch It's a real shame they got to cost so much! |
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Went to see the captain
Strangest I could find Laid my proposition down I laid it on the line I won't slave for beggar's pay Likewise gold and jewels But I would slave to learn the way To sink your ship of fools Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools Saw you first ship sink and drown From rockin' of the boat And all that could not sink or swim Was just left there to float I won't leave you drifting down But, whoa, it makes me wild With thirty years upon my head To have you call me child Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools The bottles stand as empty As they were filled before And time that was in plenty But from that cup no more Though I would not caution all I still might warn a few Don't lend your hand to raise no flag Atop no ship of fools Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools |
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Gonna hop in the hack then turn on the key,
Pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free, Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day, Push in the button, let the top ten play. Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away. Give me a little of that old time love, Cause I ain't never had near enough. Honey, walk that walk with style and grace, This ain't no knock-down drag-out race. It don't matter much, pick any gear, Brind you a pound and drop the rear. Baby, baby what can I say, I'm here to drive those blues away. I sent a letter to a man I know, Said, "One for the money and two for the show." I wait all summer for his reply Said, "Three to get ready and four to fly." Only two things in the world I love, That's rock 'n' roll and my turtle dove. When I was a young man I needed good luck, But I'm a little bit older now and I know my stuff. Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Wake Of The Flood (1973)
Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back step, like to walk on air Get back home where you belong and don't you run off no more Don't hang your head let the two-time roll Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor Ask the time? Baby I don't know Come back later, we'll let it show And I say row, Jimmy row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Here's my half a dollar if you dare double twist when you hit the air Look at Julie down below the levee doin the do-pas-o And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Broken heart don't feel so bad Ain't got half a what you thought you had Rock your baby to and fro Not too fast and not too slow And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row That's the way it's been in town ever since they tore the juke box down Two-bit piece don't buy no more not so much as it done before And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row |
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from The Grateful Dead - Wake Of The Flood (1973)
All the years combine
they melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end there's just a song comes crying like the wind through all the broken dreams and vanished years Stella Blue When all the cards are down there's nothing left to see There's just the pavement left and broken dreams In the end there's still that song comes crying like the wind down every lonely street that's ever been Stella Blue I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel Can't win for trying Dust off those rusty strings just one more time Gonna make em shine It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free There's nothing you can hold for very long And when you hear that song come crying like the wind it seems like all this life was just a dream Stella Blue |
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Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine,
Get out the pans, don't just stand there dreamin' Get out of the way, get out of the way, Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine. Line up a long shot maybe try it two times, maybe more, Good to know you got shoes to wear when you find the floor, Why hold out for more? Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine. Askin' you nice, now, keep the mother rollin' One more time, been down before, You just don't have to go no more, no more. Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Wake Of The Flood (1973)
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate Of winter's summer home Wondering where the nuthatch winter's Wings a mile long Just carried the bird away Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own There comes a redeemer and he slowly, too, fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own |
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Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate Of winter's summer home Wondering where the nuthatch winter's Wings a mile long Just carried the bird away Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own There comes a redeemer and he slowly, too, fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own |
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A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,
tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing. Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground, all I leave behind me is only what I found. If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play, stranger ones have come by here before they flew away. I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny, I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die. Take up your china doll, take up your china doll, it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall. La-la-la-la-la-la-la. |
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Red and white, blue suede shoes
I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive Ain't no luck, I learned to duck. Check my pulse, it don't change Stay seventy-two come shine or rain Wave the flag, pop the bag Rock the boat, skin the goat Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band Shake the hand that shook the hand Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan. Shine your shoes, light your fuse Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth Run your life, steal your wife. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my Back to back chicken shack Son of a gun, better change your act We're all confused, what's to lose? Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my. |
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A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,
tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing. Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground, all I leave behind me is only what I found. If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play, stranger ones have come by here before they flew away. I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny, I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die. Take up your china doll, take up your china doll, it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall. La-la-la-la-la-la-la. |
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Blue light rain, whoa unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane. Listening for the secret, searching for the sound But I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds. Willow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder why, They say love your brother, but you will catch it when you try. Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss, Ride you out on a cold railroad and nail you to a cross. November and more, as I wait for the score, They're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door. A slow winter day a night like forever, Sink like a stone, float like a feather. (instrumental) Lilac rain, unbroken chain, Song of the sawhet owl. Out on the mountain, it'll drive you insane, Listening to the winds howl Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls, Unbroken chain of shy and sea. Unbroken chain of the western wind, Unbroken chain of you and me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Loose Lucy is my delight, she come runnin' and we ball all night,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. She's my yo-yo, I'm her string, listen to the birds on the hot wire sing, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" I got jumped coming home last night, Shadow in the alley turned out all my lights, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. Loose Lucy, she was sore, says I know you don't want my love no more, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Be-bop baby how can this be? I know you been out a' cheating on me, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. Cross my heart and hope to die, I was just hanging out with the other guys, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Went back home with two black eyes, you know I'll love ya till the day I die, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. I like your smile but I ain't your type, don't shake the tree when its fruit ain't ripe, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, From the other direction, she was calling my eye, It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before. Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong. It seldom turns out the way it does in this song. Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right. Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes, I had to learn the hard way-i had to let her pass by, let her pass by Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"; The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Out on the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon,
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way, can't hit that border too soon. Running hard out of Muskrat Flats, it was sixty days or double life, Hail on my back like a shotgun blast, high wind chimes in the night. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, oh, oh bitter olives in the sun, Oh, oh I had me some lovin', and I done some time. Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned By standing in the road alone, standing watching the fires burn. The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around, Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel, sitting doing that git on down. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, of, of silver apples in the sun, I see your silver shining town, but I know I can't go there -- Your streets run deep with poisoned wine, your doorways crawl with fear. So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at, where the weed grows green and fine And wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine. Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga, I can see golden forests in the sun. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click She says furs or diamonds, you can take your pick She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money She say, "Money, honey", I draw a blank, I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and loan, To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again, I got a notion that you're leadin' me to sin Won't you relax, won't you lay way back, Don't you bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac It's only bucks, you don't need no jack So won't you please relax and lay way back My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills Now some folks say the best things in life are free, I sure don't get no lovin' livin' honestly! She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, Next thing you know, you got the women's lib Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch It's a real shame they got to cost so much! |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Went to see the captain
Strangest I could find Laid my proposition down I laid it on the line I won't slave for beggar's pay Likewise gold and jewels But I would slave to learn the way To sink your ship of fools Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools Saw you first ship sink and drown From rockin' of the boat And all that could not sink or swim Was just left there to float I won't leave you drifting down But, whoa, it makes me wild With thirty years upon my head To have you call me child Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools The bottles stand as empty As they were filled before And time that was in plenty But from that cup no more Though I would not caution all I still might warn a few Don't lend your hand to raise no flag Atop no ship of fools Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Loose Lucy is my delight, she come runnin' and we ball all night,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. She's my yo-yo, I'm her string, listen to the birds on the hot wire sing, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" I got jumped coming home last night, Shadow in the alley turned out all my lights, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. Loose Lucy, she was sore, says I know you don't want my love no more, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Be-bop baby how can this be? I know you been out a' cheating on me, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. Cross my heart and hope to die, I was just hanging out with the other guys, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Went back home with two black eyes, you know I'll love ya till the day I die, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. I like your smile but I ain't your type, don't shake the tree when its fruit ain't ripe, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, From the other direction, she was calling my eye, It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before. Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong. It seldom turns out the way it does in this song. Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right. Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes, I had to learn the hard way-i had to let her pass by, let her pass by Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"; The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click She says furs or diamonds, you can take your pick She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money She say, "Money, honey", I draw a blank, I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and loan, To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again, I got a notion that you're leadin' me to sin Won't you relax, won't you lay way back, Don't you bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac It's only bucks, you don't need no jack So won't you please relax and lay way back My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills Now some folks say the best things in life are free, I sure don't get no lovin' livin' honestly! She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, Next thing you know, you got the women's lib Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch It's a real shame they got to cost so much! |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Wave that flag, pop the bag, skin the goat, learn to cope
Bell the rat, trap the cat, ball the jack, chew the fat Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, save your dimes Pick up time, light the fuse, making time, pass the juice Eat at days, hide in caves, pull the tooth, stretch the truth Feed the poor, starve the war, pick up chicks, catch the fix Get your kicks, pick up sticks, trim your wick, take your pick Try your tricks, impress the chicks Wash the fence, dig the den, live the vain, die in shame Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues Wave the flag, pop the bag, bell the cat, trap the rat Ball the jack, chew the fat, shoot the breeze, lose the keys Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, read the rhyme Shhot the breeze, lose your keys, don't be late, what I say Walk on waves, read the raves, eat at day, hide in caves Stretch the truth, pull the tooth, feed the poor, starve the war Cash the fix, get your kicks, trim your wick, take your pick Try your tricks, impress the chicks Wash the fence, dig the den, live the shame,die in vain Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Well up in the evening down in Mobile, Alabama
Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer Gotta make some money to buy some brand new shoes Trying to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun Payday's coming and my work is all done Later in the evening when the sun is sinking low All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow Sitting in a tepee built right on the tracks Rolling them bones until the foreman comes back Pick up you belongings boys and scatter about We've got an off-schedule train comin two miles about Everybody's trembling and running around Picking up their money, tearing the tepee down Foreman wants a penny (?) about to go insane Trying to get the workers out the way of the train Engineer blowing the whistle loud and long Can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Out on the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon,
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way, can't hit that border too soon. Running hard out of Muskrat Flats, it was sixty days or double life, Hail on my back like a shotgun blast, high wind chimes in the night. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, oh, oh bitter olives in the sun, Oh, oh I had me some lovin', and I done some time. Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned By standing in the road alone, standing watching the fires burn. The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around, Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel, sitting doing that git on down. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, of, of silver apples in the sun, I see your silver shining town, but I know I can't go there -- Your streets run deep with poisoned wine, your doorways crawl with fear. So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at, where the weed grows green and fine And wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine. Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga, I can see golden forests in the sun. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Blue light rain, whoa unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane. Listening for the secret, searching for the sound But I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds. Willow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder why, They say love your brother, but you will catch it when you try. Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss, Ride you out on a cold railroad and nail you to a cross. November and more, as I wait for the score, They're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door. A slow winter day a night like forever, Sink like a stone, float like a feather. (instrumental) Lilac rain, unbroken chain, Song of the sawhet owl. Out on the mountain, it'll drive you insane, Listening to the winds howl Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls, Unbroken chain of shy and sea. Unbroken chain of the western wind, Unbroken chain of you and me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Terrapin Station (1977)
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no Rainbows and down that highway where ocean breezes blow My time coming, voices saying they tell me where to go. Don't worry about me, nah nah nah, don't worry about me, no and I'm in no hurry, nah nah nah, I know where to go. California, preaching on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine. My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go. Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no and I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go. California, a prophet on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine. You've all been asleep, you would not believe me Them voices tellin' me, you will soon receive me Standin' on the beach, the sea will part before me Fire wheel burning in the air! You will follow me and we will ride to glory, way up, the middle of the air! And I'll call down thunder and speak the same and my work fills the sky with flame and might and glory gonna be my name and men gonna light my way. My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no and I'm in no hurry, no no no, don't worry about me, no. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Terrapin Station (1977)
Firefly, can you see me?
Shine on, glowing, brief and brightly Could you imagine? One summer day, That same night be on your way Do you remember? Hearts were too cold Seasons have frozen us into our souls People were sayin' the whole world is burning Ashes have scattered too hard to turn Upside out or inside down False alarm, the only game in town No man's land, the only game in town Terrible, the only game in town Passenger, don't you hear me? Destination seen unclearly. What is a man deep down inside, What a raging beast with nothing to hide. Upside out or inside down False alarm, the only game in town No man's land, the only game in town Terrible, the only game in town |
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from The Grateful Dead - Terrapin Station (1977)
Gazing at the fire, burning by the water
Before he speaks the world around us quiets. With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire He clears the air and cuts it with a feather. Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire When he is gone I want to know him better. No one is forsaken, no one is a liar, He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water. He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns, We are singing and playing, I hear what he's saying. I remember breezes from winds inside your body keep me high, like I told you, I'll sing to them this story and know why. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Terrapin Station (1977)
Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come in the morning I'd always be there, Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. Take me back to another morning, to a time so long ago, When the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton fields as white as snow. Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed, Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend. Mama said, "Don't go near that river, Don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come in the morning I'd always be there, Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg, traded for a chestnut mare, Lord he never spoke in anger though his load was hard to bear. Mama said, "Don't go near that river, Don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come in the morning I'd always be there, Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Terrapin Station (1977)
Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get up, get out of the door Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core. There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town Take a whole pail of water just to cool him down. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat It takes all you got just to stay on the beat. You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat But you're here alone, there's no one to compete. If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for? Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door. The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more? The more that you give, the more it will take To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
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 - Shakedown Street (1978)
Way down in the south of France all the ladies love to dance
kick their heels up in the air snap their fingers for romance While the gentlemen compare blonde or black or auburn hair check the motion and the style Oh, you know they take their while Hey, to make the motion more complete, yeah, to make it more a treat Club D'Jour is where to go come on down and see the show When the rhythm's really right you can burn it down tonight when the singing's really fine sweet as Spanish sherry wine When the club can't contain the beat it just rolls out in the street spills on down the avenue bringing dancers to their feet. When it's good as it can be it gets better wait and see oh, these folks don't ever sleep till they're passed out in the street Way down in the south of France all the ladies love to dance clap their hands and walk on air, yeah, the feeling's really there won't you take a little taste raise it to your charming face? When the rhythm's really right you can burn it down tonight when the singing's really fine sweet as Spanish sherry wine Go on take a chance, the ladies do love to dance. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
You're tellin me this town ain't got no heart
Well, well, well, you can never tell The sunny side of the street is dark Well, well, well, you can never tell Maybe that's cause it's midnight, In the dark of the moon besides Maybe the dark is from your eyes Maybe the dark is from your eyes Maybe the dark is from your eyes You know you got such dark eyes Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around You think you've seen this town clear through Well, well, well, you can never tell Nothin' here that could interest you Well, well, well, you can never tell It's not because you missed out On the thing that we had, to start Maybe you had too much too fast Maybe you had too much too fast Maybe you had too much too fast Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around Since I'm passing your way today Well, well, well, you can never tell I just stopped in cause I want to say Well, well, well, you can never tell I recall your darkness When it crackled like a thundercloud Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart When I can hear it beat out loud Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around |
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Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get up, get out of the door Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core. There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town Take a whole pail of water just to cool him down. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat It takes all you got just to stay on the beat. You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat But you're here alone, there's no one to compete. If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for? Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door. The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more? The more that you give, the more it will take To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
I need a woman 'bout twice my age
A lady of nobility, gentility and rage Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw We'll go right through the book and break each and every law. I got a feeling and it won't go away, oh no Just one thing then I'll be OK I need a miracle every day. I need a woman 'bout twice my height Statuesque, raven-dressed, a goddess of the night. Her secret incantations, a candle burning blue We'll consult the spirits maybe they'll know what to do. And it's real and it won't go away, oh no I can't get around and I can't run away I need a miracle every day. I need a woman 'bout twice my weight A ton of fun who packs a gun with all her freight Find her in a sideshow leave her in L.A. Ride her like a surfer running on a tidal wave. And it's real, believe what I say, yeah Just one thing I got to say I need a miracle every day. It takes dynamite to get me up Too much of everything is just enough One more thing I just got to say I need a miracle every day, I need a miracle every day, I need a miracle every day, (got to be the only way) I need a miracle |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
Voices slide down off the mountain, sunlight turning red
Falls on the earth and it spreads Even the families lower their heads as they ride Age old faces of the mountains looming naturally I wonder if they're looking at me, their monumental eyes I can feel In the glow of the twilight the thought of home Reminds me now I'm reaching out to you Anything I can do to be safe and warm in your arms All I have from the heart of you I'd meet you anywhere in the country or anywhere on the sea All over the world it could be I would follow you with the heart of me Remembering you hold me tight in tomorrow morning's light I will fine you When I awoke the stars were out and shining, shining for you and me All I ever wanna be is save and warm in your arms All I have, from the heart of me |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions And he blew that poor boy down. Do you know what he shot him for? What do you make of that? Cause Billy DeLions threw the lucky dice Won Stagger Lee's Stetson hat. Bayo, Bayo, tell me how can this be? You arrest the girls for turning tricks But you're scared of Stagger Lee. Stagger Lee is a madman and he shot my Billy D. Bayo go get him or give the job to me. Delia DeLions, dear sweet Delia-D How the hell can I arrest him? He's twice as big as me. Well don't ask me to go downtown, I won't come back alive (no more). Not only is that mother big but he packs a .45 (four). Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun he shot my Billy dead now I'm gonna see him hung. She went into the DeLion's club through Billy DeLions blood Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar, Said, "Buy me a gin fizz, love." As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high He shot my Billy dead and now he's got to die. Delia went a walking down on Singapore Street A three-piece band on the corner played "Near My God to Thee" But Delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be? The song that woman sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". The song that Delia sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den Oh, my number one occupation is stealing women from their men Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good. Said, I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good. Well, the sheriff couldn't catch me, But his little girl sure wish she could. Well now the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't, Said now the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't, Yes, and the preacher man call me sinner But his little girl call me saint. Well a couple shots of whiskey women 'round here start looking good, I said a couple shots of whiskey women 'round here start looking good, A couple more shots of whiskey, I'm going down to Minglewood. Said, I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den Said, I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den Yes and my number one occupation is stealing women from their men I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den Oh, my number one occupation is stealing women from their men |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
If I had the world to give, I'd give it to you
Long as you live, would you let it fall, or hold it all in your arms? If I had a song to sing, I'd sing it to you as long as you live, lullaby or maybe a plain serenade wouldn't you laugh, dance, and cry or be afraid at the change you made I may not have the world to give to you But maybe I have a tune or two Only if you let me be your world Could I ever give this world to you But I will give what love I have to give, I will give what love I have to give, I will give what love I have to give, long as I live. If I had a star to give, I'd give it to you long as you live, would you have the time to watch it shine, watch it shine or ask for the moon and heaven too? I'd give it to you. Well maybe I've got no star to spare, or anything fine or even rare, only if you let me be your world, could I ever give this world to you. could I ever give this world to you. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
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 - Shakedown Street (1978)
Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get up, get out of the door Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core. There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town Take a whole pail of water just to cool him down. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat It takes all you got just to stay on the beat. You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat But you're here alone, there's no one to compete. If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for? Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door. The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more? The more that you give, the more it will take To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (1978)
1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions And he blew that poor boy down. Do you know what he shot him for? What do you make of that? Cause Billy DeLions threw the lucky dice Won Stagger Lee's Stetson hat. Bayo, Bayo, tell me how can this be? You arrest the girls for turning tricks But you're scared of Stagger Lee. Stagger Lee is a madman and he shot my Billy D. Bayo go get him or give the job to me. Delia DeLions, dear sweet Delia-D How the hell can I arrest him? He's twice as big as me. Well don't ask me to go downtown, I won't come back alive (no more). Not only is that mother big but he packs a .45 (four). Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun he shot my Billy dead now I'm gonna see him hung. She went into the DeLion's club through Billy DeLions blood Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar, Said, "Buy me a gin fizz, love." As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high He shot my Billy dead and now he's got to die. Delia went a walking down on Singapore Street A three-piece band on the corner played "Near My God to Thee" But Delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be? The song that woman sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". The song that Delia sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". |
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from The Grateful Dead - Blues For Allah (1975)
In another times forgotten space
Your eyes looked from your mother's face Wallflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew I'll tell you where the four winds dwell In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day It can ring like fire when you loose your way. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew God save the child that rings that bell It may have one good ring, baby, you can't tell One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused listen to the music play. (instrumental) Some come to laugh their past away Some come to make it just one more day Whichever way your pleasure tends If you plant ice you're gonna harvest the wind. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed on the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew You'd better roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew You'd better roll away the dew - roll away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Blues For Allah (1975)
There's mosquitoes on the river Fish are rising up like birds
It's been hot for seven weeks now, Too hot to even speak now, Did you hear what I just heard? Say it might have been a fiddle or it could have been the wind But there seems to be a beat now I can feel it my feet now Listen here it comes again! There's a band out on the highway, They're high steppin' into town It's a rainbow full of sound, It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns Everybody dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands. Sun went down in honey and the moon came up in wine, You know stars were spinnin' dizzy, Lord The band kept us too busy we forgot about the time. They're a band beyond description, Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music played the band, Lord They're setting us on fire. Crazy rooster crowin' midnight, Balls of lightin' roll along Old men sing about their dreams, Women laugh and children scream And the band keeps playin' on. Keep on dancin' thru the daylight, Greet the mornin' air with song No ones's noticed, but the band's all pack and gone. Was it ever there at all? But they keep on dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn's a bumper crop And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin' The music never stopped. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Blues For Allah (1975)
Your rain falls like crazy fingers
Peals of fragile thunder keeping time Recall the days that still are to come some sing blue. Hang your heart on laughing willow stray Down to the water, deep sea of love beneath the sweet calm face of the sea swift undertow. Life may be sweeter for this, I don't know, See how it feels in the end. May Lady Lullaby sing plainly for you soft, strong, sweet and true. Cloud hands reaching from a rainbow tapping at the window, touch your hair So swift and bright strange figures of light float in air. Who can stop what must arrive now? Something new is waiting to be born Dark as the night you're still by my side shine inside . Gone are the days we stopped to decide where we should go, we just ride. Gone are the broken eyes we saw through in dreams gone, both dream and lie. Life may be sweeter for this, I don't know, Feels like it might be all right, While Lady Lullaby sings plainly through you Love still rings true. midnight on a carrocel ride, reaching for the gold ring down inside. Never could reach it, just slips away but I try. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Live At The Cow Palace, New Year`S Eve 1976 (2007)
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline. Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late. We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 'cross the Georgia state. Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way 'cross Alabam, the 'hound broke down left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham. Straight off bought me a through train ticket, right across Mississippi clean And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans. Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just help me get to Houston town. People are there who care a little 'bout me And they won't let the poor boy down. Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hands, And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land. Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte, Flying over to the Golden State; When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes We'd be headin' in the terminal gate. Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone; Cut your engines, cool your wings, And let me make it to the telephone. Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, Tidewater four ten on nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' And the poor boy's on the line. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Live At The Cow Palace, New Year`S Eve 1976 (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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