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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
32 teeth in a jawbone, alabama trying for none,
Before I have to hit him, I hope he's got the sense to run. Reason the poor girls love him, promise them everything, Why they all believe him? he wears a big diamond ring. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major domo billy bojangles, sit down and have a drink with me, "what's this about alabama? it keeps a coming back to me. Heard your plea in the courthouse, witness box began to rock and rise, 49 sister states all had alabama in there eyes. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major said why don't we give him rope enough to hang himself? No need to worry the jury, this kind takes care of themselves. 23rd psalm major domo, reserve me a table for three, Down in the valley of the shadow, just you, alabama, and me. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
32 teeth in a jawbone, alabama trying for none,
Before I have to hit him, I hope he's got the sense to run. Reason the poor girls love him, promise them everything, Why they all believe him? he wears a big diamond ring. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major domo billy bojangles, sit down and have a drink with me, "what's this about alabama? it keeps a coming back to me. Heard your plea in the courthouse, witness box began to rock and rise, 49 sister states all had alabama in there eyes. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major said why don't we give him rope enough to hang himself? No need to worry the jury, this kind takes care of themselves. 23rd psalm major domo, reserve me a table for three, Down in the valley of the shadow, just you, alabama, and me. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
THERE MUST BE SOME KIND OF WAY OUT OF HERE
SAID THE JOKER TO THE THIEF THERE'S TOO MUCH CONFUSION I CAN'T GET NO RELIEF BUSINESSMAN THEY DRINK MY WINE PLOW MEN DIG MY EARTH NONE WILL LEVEL ON THE LINE NOBODY OF IT IS WORTH HEY HEY NO REASON TO GET EXCITED THE THIEF HE KINDLY SPOKE THERE ARE MANY HERE AMONG US WHO FEEL THAT LIFE IS BUT A JOKE BUT UH BUT YOU AND I WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THAT AND THIS IS NOT OUR FATE SO LET US NOT TALK FALSELY NOW THE HOUR'S GETTING LATE HEY HEY ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER PRINCES KEPT THE VIEW WHILE ALL THE WOMEN CAME AND WENT BARE-FOOT SERVANTS TO, BUT HUH OUTSIDE IN THE COLD DISTANCE A WILD CAT DID GROWL TWO RIDERS WERE APPROACHIN' AND THE WIND BEGAN TO HOWL HEY OH ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER HEAR YOU SING AROUND THE WATCH GOTTA BEWARE GOTTA BEWARE I WILL YEAH OOH BABY ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER |
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from New Riders Of The Purple Sage - New Riders Of The Purple Sage (1971)
Dawson
You keep laying names on me And you keep playing games on me And you keep playing all your tricks on me And all I ever wanted, all I ever wanted All I ever wanted was your loving Is that too much to ask You keep bringing your friends to me And you keep bringing your men to me And you keep bringing all your world to me And all I ever wanted, all I ever wanted All I ever wanted was your loving Is that too much to ask bridge: Oh, oh, oh, all I ever wanted was your loving And all I ever wanted was to love you too, To love you too repeat first verse |
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from New Riders Of The Purple Sage - New Riders Of The Purple Sage (1971)
Dawson
You keep laying names on me And you keep playing games on me And you keep playing all your tricks on me And all I ever wanted, all I ever wanted All I ever wanted was your loving Is that too much to ask You keep bringing your friends to me And you keep bringing your men to me And you keep bringing all your world to me And all I ever wanted, all I ever wanted All I ever wanted was your loving Is that too much to ask bridge: Oh, oh, oh, all I ever wanted was your loving And all I ever wanted was to love you too, To love you too repeat first verse |
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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 Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
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 Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
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 Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
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)
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 - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centred to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin' hot You know this space is gettin' hot I told Althea, I'm a roving sign That I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK that's fine So now I'm trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring |
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from The Grateful Dead - Without A Net (2004)
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centred to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin' hot You know this space is gettin' hot I told Althea, I'm a roving sign That I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK that's fine So now I'm trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centred to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin' hot You know this space is gettin' hot I told Althea, I'm a roving sign That I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK that's fine So now I'm trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centred to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin' hot You know this space is gettin' hot I told Althea, I'm a roving sign That I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK that's fine So now I'm trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest, I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight) But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight) You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good, Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight) I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest, I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight) But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight) You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good, Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight) I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest, I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight) But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight) You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good, Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight) I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. |
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from The Grateful Dead - The Closing Of Winterland/ December 31, 1978 (2004)
Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round,
Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me a chance, I rose out of me seat Lord, I had to dance, Started moving my feet, well a clapping my hands. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well at twelve o'clock Lord, the place was packed, The front doors was locked Lord, the place was packed, When the police knocked, those doors they flew back. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dick`S Picks Vol One (2004)
Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round,
Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me a chance, I rose out of me seat Lord, I had to dance, Started moving my feet, well a clapping my hands. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well at twelve o'clock Lord, the place was packed, The front doors was locked Lord, the place was packed, When the police knocked, those doors they flew back. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round,
Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me a chance, I rose out of me seat Lord, I had to dance, Started moving my feet, well a clapping my hands. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well at twelve o'clock Lord, the place was packed, The front doors was locked Lord, the place was packed, When the police knocked, those doors they flew back. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down |
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from The Grateful Dead - Live At The Cow Palace, New Year`S Eve 1976 (2007)
Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round,
Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me a chance, I rose out of me seat Lord, I had to dance, Started moving my feet, well a clapping my hands. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well at twelve o'clock Lord, the place was packed, The front doors was locked Lord, the place was packed, When the police knocked, those doors they flew back. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down |
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from The Grateful Dead - Rocking The Cradle Egypt 1978 (2008)
Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round,
Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me a chance, I rose out of me seat Lord, I had to dance, Started moving my feet, well a clapping my hands. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well at twelve o'clock Lord, the place was packed, The front doors was locked Lord, the place was packed, When the police knocked, those doors they flew back. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down |
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from The Grateful Dead - Nightfall Of Diamonds (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)
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 The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (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 Grateful Dead - The Grateful Dead (2004) | |||||
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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 Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (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)
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 Grateful Dead - Truckin' Up To Buffalo, July 4, 1989 (2005)
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 - 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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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 Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (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)
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 Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (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 - Dick`S Picks Vol One (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)
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 Grateful Dead - Movie Soundtrack (2005)
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 - One From The Vault (1998)
Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry,
Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. Tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you big river, And I'm a gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota, She tore me up everything I heard her drawl, that southern drawl. Well I heard my dream went back downstream, cavortin' in Davenport, And I follow you big river when you called. Well I followed her down to St. Louie, later on down the river, Trader said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone. Well I followed her down to Memphis, but she just walked off the bus, She raised a few eyebrows and she went on down alone. Well I've gotten on down to Baton Rouge, River Queen roll on, Take that woman down to New Orleans, New Orleans. I give up, I've had enough, followed my blues on down to the gulf, She loves you big river more than me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - The Closing Of Winterland/ December 31, 1978 (2004)
Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry,
Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. Tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you big river, And I'm a gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota, She tore me up everything I heard her drawl, that southern drawl. Well I heard my dream went back downstream, cavortin' in Davenport, And I follow you big river when you called. Well I followed her down to St. Louie, later on down the river, Trader said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone. Well I followed her down to Memphis, but she just walked off the bus, She raised a few eyebrows and she went on down alone. Well I've gotten on down to Baton Rouge, River Queen roll on, Take that woman down to New Orleans, New Orleans. I give up, I've had enough, followed my blues on down to the gulf, She loves you big river more than me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dick`S Picks Vol One (2004)
Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry,
Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. Tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you big river, And I'm a gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota, She tore me up everything I heard her drawl, that southern drawl. Well I heard my dream went back downstream, cavortin' in Davenport, And I follow you big river when you called. Well I followed her down to St. Louie, later on down the river, Trader said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone. Well I followed her down to Memphis, but she just walked off the bus, She raised a few eyebrows and she went on down alone. Well I've gotten on down to Baton Rouge, River Queen roll on, Take that woman down to New Orleans, New Orleans. I give up, I've had enough, followed my blues on down to the gulf, She loves you big river more than me. |
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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 - Without A Net (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 - 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 - In The Dark (1987)
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own. |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (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 - Dozin` At The Knick (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)
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 Grateful Dead - Movie Soundtrack (2005)
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 - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (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)
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 - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
A man and a woman come together
as strangers. When they part they're usually strangers still. It's like a practical joke played on us by our Maker. Empty bottles, that can't be filled. You fancy me to be the master of your feelings. You barely bruise me with your looks to kill. Though I admit we were sometimes brutal in our dealings, I never held you against your will. Chorus: Baby, who's to say it coulda been different Now that it's done. Baby, who's to say... Baby, who's to say that it shoulda been Anyway. Baby, who's to say... Baby, who's to say That it even matters in the long run. Who's to say. Give it just a minute. And it'll blow away. It's blow away. Your case against me is so Very clearly stated I please no contest, I turn and shrug. I've come to figure all importance overestimated. You must mean water when you beg for blood. |
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from The Grateful Dead - One From The Vault (1998)
Arabian wind, The needle's eye is thin, The ships of state sail on mirage,
And drown in sand, Out in no-man's land where Allah does command. What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a thing; Taste eternity the swords sing: Blues of Allah In 'sh'Allah. They lie where they fall, There's nothing more to say, The desert stars are bright tonight lets meet as friends, The Flower of Islam, The Fruit of Abraham. The thousand stories have come round to one again, Arabian night, Our Gods pursue their fight, What fatal flowers of darkness spring from seeds of light. Bird of paradise fly in white sky, Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah, Let's see with our heart, These things our eyes have seen, And know the truth must still lie somewhere in between. Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue, Bird of paradise fly in white sky, Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
Seems like I've been here before,
Fuzzy then and still so obscure, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye. And I don't want to see anybody cry, Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. Song commin' on, So pleasin' to see, come and gone, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, You don't have to tell me why, Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. It ain't cause I'm the only one left darlin', Bout the time the sun rises west, Feelin' groovy, lookin' fine. Think I'll come back here again, Every now and then from time to time. My how lovely you are, my dear, The ball game has gone much too far my dear, Sing to me, do your thing to me, I'll meet you some mornin', meet you some mornin', In the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. |
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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 The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (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)
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)
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 - Dead Set (2006)
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 - Nightfall Of Diamonds (2004)
There are times when you can beckon,
There are times when you must call. You can take a lot of reckoning, But you can't take it all. There are times when I can help you out, And times when you must fall. There are times when you must live in doubt And I can't help at all. Three blue stars rise on the hill Say no more now just be still All these trials soon be past Look for something built to last A wind held by the collar, Yes, a cloud held by the breeze You can walk on coals of fire But sometimes you must freeze There are times when you offend me And I do the same to you If we can't or won't forget it I guess we could be through One blue star sets on the hill Call it back you never will One more star sinks in the past Show me something built to last Built to last till time itself falls tumbling from the wall Built to last till sunshine fails and darkness moves on all Built to last while years roll past like cloudscapes in the sky Show me something built to last and something built to try There are times when you get hit upon Try hard but you can't give Other times you'd gladly part With what you need to live Don't waste your breath to save your face When you have done your best And even more is asked of you Fate will decide the rest All the stars are gone but one Morning breaks here comes the sun Cross the sky now sinking fast Show me something built to last |
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from New Riders Of The Purple Sage - Powerglide (1972)
Torbert
California dream winding through the ocean shore I walked a country mile along your rocky coast On the sandy shores I ran until I could not run no more Left it far behind in dreams of death Something's calling me, oh honey, to the mystic sea Something's calling me, oh honey, to your eyes I see California day I know that I can make it all the way Just my love is where I'm going to Something's calling me, oh honey, to the mystic sea, something, something Something's calling me, oh, unto your eyes I see California day I know that I can make it all the way Just my love is where I'm going to |
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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 The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
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 The Grateful Dead - Rocking The Cradle Egypt 1978 (2008)
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 The Grateful Dead - The Closing Of Winterland/ December 31, 1978 (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 - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (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 Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (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)
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 Grateful Dead - Movie Soundtrack (2005)
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)
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 - Without A Net (2004)
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream. Ah, child of countless trees. Ah, child of boundless seas. What you are, what you're meant to be Speaks his name, though you were born to me, Born to me, Cassidy... Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac. I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back. Come wash the nighttime clean, Come grow this scorched ground green, Blow the horn, tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy... Quick beats in an icy heart. catch-colt draws a coffin cart. There he goes now, here she starts: Hear her cry. Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words Wheel to the storm and fly. Faring thee well now. Let your life proceed by its own design. Nothing to tell now. Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine. (Repeat) |
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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 Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
(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 Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
(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)
(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)
(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 New Riders Of The Purple Sage - The Adventures Of Panama Red (1989)
Dryden-Nelson
I live by the side of rolling oaks road Tract 25 just like the man showed it to me Nothin' to hide it, nothin' beside it I really can't fight it, the whole place is blighted with Cement, clay and glass Trees away, contractor's pay No delay, 10 units today Of cement, clay and glass Trees green, none to be seen You cut down the hills but you pay higher bills For your cement, clay and glass Cement, clay and glass I live by the side of rolling oaks road Tract 25 just like the man showed it to me There's nothin' to hide it, nothin' beside it I really can't fight it, the whole place is blighted with Cement, clay and glass Cement, clay and glass |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
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 The Grateful Dead - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (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 Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (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 - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (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)
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)
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 Grateful Dead - Movie Soundtrack (2005)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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 Grateful Dead - Movie Soundtrack (2005)
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 - Wake Of The Flood (1973)
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 - Rockin` The Rhein With The Grateful Dead (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, |