Grateful Dead - Dave's Picks, Vol. 56: Rainbow Theatre, London, England, 3/20/81 & 3/21/81 Album Lyrics

Grateful Dead - Dave's Picks, Vol. 56: Rainbow Theatre, London, England, 3/20/81 & 3/21/81 Lyrics

Feel Like a Stranger
Friend of the Devil
C.C. Rider
Mama Tried
Mexicali Blues
Loser
New Minglewood Blues
Candyman
Looks Like Rain
Deal
Scarlet Begonias
Fire on the Mountain
Lost Sailor
Saint Of Circumstance
Hes Gone
Truckin
Wharf Rat
Around and Around
Johnny B. Goode
Alabama Getaway
Promised Land
Peggy-O
Me and My Uncle
Big River
Tennessee Jed
Little Red Rooster
Althea
Let It Grow
China Cat Sunflower
I Know You Rider
Jack Straw
Ship of Fools
Estimated Prophet
Eyes of the World
Drums
Space
Not Fade Away
Black Peter
One More Saturday Night
Dont Ease Me In

Feel Like a Stranger

Inside you're burnin' I can see clear through

Your eyes tell more than you mean them to

Lit up and flashin' like the reds and blues

Out there on the neon avenue

Well I, feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger)
Well the music's thunderin', restless and hot

You keep firin' me glances across the room

And I can't stop wonderin' just what you got

Get the feeling I'm going to find out real soon

But I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger)

So let's get on with the show, let's go
Yes, and the wheels it's smokin 'round midnight

You show me a look that says "Let's go"

Yes, and it feels about like running a red light

Now there ain't no point in looking behind us, no!

Still I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger)

You know It's gonna get stranger, let's get on with the show
If this were love now how would I know? How would I know?

Feel like a stranger

Gonna be a long, long, crazy, crazy night

Silky, silky, crazy, crazy night

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Inside you're burnin' I can see clear through

Your eyes tell more than you mean them to

Lit up and flashin' like the reds and blues

Out there on the neon avenue

Well I, feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger)
Well the music's thunderin', restless and hot

You keep firin' me glances across the room

And I can't stop wonderin' just what you got

Get the feeling I'm going to find out real soon

But I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger)

So let's get on with the show, let's go
Yes, and the wheels it's smokin 'round midnight

You show me a look that says "Let's go"

Yes, and it feels about like running a red light

Now there ain't no point in looking behind us, no!

Still I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger)

You know It's gonna get stranger, let's get on with the show
If this were love now how would I know? How would I know?

Feel like a stranger

Gonna be a long, long, crazy, crazy night

Silky, silky, crazy, crazy night

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Writer: JOHN BARLOW, ROBERT HALL WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Friend of the Devil

I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds

Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around.
Set out runnin' but I take my time

A friend of the devil is a friend of mine

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills

I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.
Set out runnin' but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine,

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there

He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air.
Set out runnin' but I take my time

A friend of the devil is a friend of mine

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night,

The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie, and she's my hearts delight.

The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail,

And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail.
Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee

The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me.
Set out runnin' but I take my time,

A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

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I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds

Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around.
Set out runnin' but I take my time

A friend of the devil is a friend of mine

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills

I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.
Set out runnin' but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine,

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there

He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air.
Set out runnin' but I take my time

A friend of the devil is a friend of mine

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night,

The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie, and she's my hearts delight.

The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail,

And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail.
Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee

The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me.
Set out runnin' but I take my time,

A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,

If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

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Writer: Jerome J. Garcia, John C. Dawson, Robert C. Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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C.C. Rider

Well now see

C. C. Rider

Well now see

See what you have done

Well now see

C. C. Rider

Well now see

See what you have done

Well you made me love you woman

Now your man has come

So I'm goin'

Away now baby

And I won't

Be back till fall

I'm goin' away now baby

And I won't

Be back till fall

Just might find me a good girl

Might not be comin' back at all

Well now see

C. C. Rider

See now the moon

Is shining bright

Well now see

C. C. Rider

See now the moon

Is shining bright

Just might find me that good girl

And everything would be alright

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Well now see

C. C. Rider

Well now see

See what you have done

Well now see

C. C. Rider

Well now see

See what you have done

Well you made me love you woman

Now your man has come

So I'm goin'

Away now baby

And I won't

Be back till fall

I'm goin' away now baby

And I won't

Be back till fall

Just might find me a good girl

Might not be comin' back at all

Well now see

C. C. Rider

See now the moon

Is shining bright

Well now see

C. C. Rider

See now the moon

Is shining bright

Just might find me that good girl

And everything would be alright

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Writer: Ma Rainey, Jerome J. Garcia, Michael S. Hart, William Kreutzmann, Philip Lesh, Brent Richard Mydland, Robert Hall Weir
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Mama Tried

The first I remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin'

And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride.

On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I was bound

No one could steer me right, but mama tried.
Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild

Mama seemed to know what lay in store

In spite of all my Sunday learnin'

For the bad I kept on turnin' and mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole

No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried

Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied

That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.
Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load

She tried so very hard to fill his shoes

Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best

Oh she tried to raise me right, but I refused.
And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole

No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried

Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied

That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.

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The first I remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin'

And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride.

On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I was bound

No one could steer me right, but mama tried.
Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild

Mama seemed to know what lay in store

In spite of all my Sunday learnin'

For the bad I kept on turnin' and mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole

No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried

Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied

That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.
Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load

She tried so very hard to fill his shoes

Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best

Oh she tried to raise me right, but I refused.
And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole

No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried

Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied

That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.

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Writer: Merle Haggard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Mexicali Blues

Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand

Watchin' flies and children on the street

And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile

There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet

And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came

I guess I came to keep from payin' dues

So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen

And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues Yeh

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When the devil wants to take it all away?

Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze

'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today

She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town

I didn't know a stage line ran from hell

She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold

All the french perfume you'd care to smell

She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear

Go on, my friend, do anything you choose

Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms

With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues, yeh

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When the devil wants to take it all away?

Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze

'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today

And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law

Billy Jean was waitin' when he came

She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun

I'd have no one but myself to blame

I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind

I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news

'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw

And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues,yeh

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?

He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark

Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands

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Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand

Watchin' flies and children on the street

And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile

There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet

And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came

I guess I came to keep from payin' dues

So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen

And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues Yeh

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When the devil wants to take it all away?

Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze

'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today

She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town

I didn't know a stage line ran from hell

She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold

All the french perfume you'd care to smell

She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear

Go on, my friend, do anything you choose

Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms

With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues, yeh

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When the devil wants to take it all away?

Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze

'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today

And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law

Billy Jean was waitin' when he came

She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun

I'd have no one but myself to blame

I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind

I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news

'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw

And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues,yeh

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?

He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark

Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands

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Writer: JOHN BARLOW, ROBERT HALL WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Loser

If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,

I could arm a town the size of Abilene

Don't you push me baby,

Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars

And I could pay you back with one good hand

You can look around about the wide world over

And you'll never find another honest man.
Last fair deal in the country,

Sweet Suzie, last fair deal in the town

Put your gold money where your love is baby,

Before you let my deal go down
Don't you push me baby, cause I'm all alone

Well I know a little something you won't ever know

Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee

I'm gonna get up in the morning and go
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine

I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines

Come to daddy on the inside straight,

Well I got no chance of losin' this time
Last fair deal in the country,

Last fair deal in the town

Put your gold money where your love is baby,

Before you let my deal go down
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine

I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines

Come to daddy on the inside straight,

Well I got no chance of losin' this time.

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If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,

I could arm a town the size of Abilene

Don't you push me baby,

Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars

And I could pay you back with one good hand

You can look around about the wide world over

And you'll never find another honest man.
Last fair deal in the country,

Sweet Suzie, last fair deal in the town

Put your gold money where your love is baby,

Before you let my deal go down
Don't you push me baby, cause I'm all alone

Well I know a little something you won't ever know

Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee

I'm gonna get up in the morning and go
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine

I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines

Come to daddy on the inside straight,

Well I got no chance of losin' this time
Last fair deal in the country,

Last fair deal in the town

Put your gold money where your love is baby,

Before you let my deal go down
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine

I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines

Come to daddy on the inside straight,

Well I got no chance of losin' this time.

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Writer: JEROME J. GARCIA, ROBERT C. HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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New Minglewood Blues

I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
Well, well, 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
Yes, I'm a wanted man in Texas
Busted jail and I'm gone for good
Well, well, the sheriff couldn't catch me
But his little girl sure wish he would

Now the doctor called me crazy
Some says I am, some says I ain't
Yes and the doctor called me crazy
Some says I am, some says I ain't
Yes and the preacher man called me a sinner
But his little girl called me a saint

Well a couple of shots of whiskey
Women 'round here start lookin' good
Yes and a couple of shots of whiskey
Women 'round here start lookin' good
Couple more shots of whiskey
I'm goin' down to Minglewood

Yes, I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
Yes, and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
And I'll do it, do it again

Yes, and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men

I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den

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I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
Well, well, 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
Yes, I'm a wanted man in Texas
Busted jail and I'm gone for good
Well, well, the sheriff couldn't catch me
But his little girl sure wish he would

Now the doctor called me crazy
Some says I am, some says I ain't
Yes and the doctor called me crazy
Some says I am, some says I ain't
Yes and the preacher man called me a sinner
But his little girl called me a saint

Well a couple of shots of whiskey
Women 'round here start lookin' good
Yes and a couple of shots of whiskey
Women 'round here start lookin' good
Couple more shots of whiskey
I'm goin' down to Minglewood

Yes, I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
Yes, and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
And I'll do it, do it again

Yes, and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men

I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den

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Writer: Bob Weir
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Candyman

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

and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't

got no friend

till the Candyman

come 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

come round again
Come on boys and wager

if you have got the mind

If you got a dollar boys

lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar

Pass the whiskey round

Want you to tell everybody you meet

the Candyman's in town
Look out

Look out

The Candyman

Here he come

and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't

got no friend

till the Candyman

come round again

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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

and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't

got no friend

till the Candyman

come 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

come round again
Come on boys and wager

if you have got the mind

If you got a dollar boys

lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar

Pass the whiskey round

Want you to tell everybody you meet

the Candyman's in town
Look out

Look out

The Candyman

Here he come

and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't

got no friend

till the Candyman

come round again

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Writer: JEROME J. GARCIA, ROBERT C. HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Looks Like Rain

Awoke today, felt your side of the bed;

The covers were still warm where you been layin'.

You were gone, oh gone, my heart was filled with dread;

You might not be sleeping here again.

But it's alright cause I love you, and that's not going to change.

Run me around and make me hurt again and again.

But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letters of your name.

The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain
Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love?

You guess from the cries you were listening to a fight.

Well you know, oh know, haste is the last thing they're thinking of.

You know they're only tryin' to make it thru the night.
I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down

Or fit you in the lines I might've drawn.

It's just that I, oh I, have gotten used to havin' you around.

The landscape would be empty, if you were gone;

But it's alright cause I love you, and that's not going to change.

Run me around and make me hurt again and again.

But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letter of your name.

The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain.

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Awoke today, felt your side of the bed;

The covers were still warm where you been layin'.

You were gone, oh gone, my heart was filled with dread;

You might not be sleeping here again.

But it's alright cause I love you, and that's not going to change.

Run me around and make me hurt again and again.

But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letters of your name.

The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain
Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love?

You guess from the cries you were listening to a fight.

Well you know, oh know, haste is the last thing they're thinking of.

You know they're only tryin' to make it thru the night.
I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down

Or fit you in the lines I might've drawn.

It's just that I, oh I, have gotten used to havin' you around.

The landscape would be empty, if you were gone;

But it's alright cause I love you, and that's not going to change.

Run me around and make me hurt again and again.

But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letter of your name.

The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain.

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Writer: JOHN BARLOW, ROBERT HALL WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Deal

Since it cost a lot to win

and even more to lose

You and me bound to spend some time

wondring what to choose
Goes to show you don't ever know

Watch each card you play

and play it slow

Wait until your deal come round

Don't you let that deal go down
I been gambling here abouts

for ten good solid years

If I told you all that went down

it would burn off both your ears
It goes to show you don't ever know

Watch each card you play

and play it slow

Wait until your deal come round

Don't you let that deal go down
Since you poured the wine for me

and tightend up my shoes

I hate to leave you sittin there

composin lonesome blues
It goes to show you don't ever know

Watch each card you play

and play it slow

Wait until your deal come round

Don't you let that deal go down

Don't you let that deal go down, no

Don't you let your deal go down

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Since it cost a lot to win

and even more to lose

You and me bound to spend some time

wondring what to choose
Goes to show you don't ever know

Watch each card you play

and play it slow

Wait until your deal come round

Don't you let that deal go down
I been gambling here abouts

for ten good solid years

If I told you all that went down

it would burn off both your ears
It goes to show you don't ever know

Watch each card you play

and play it slow

Wait until your deal come round

Don't you let that deal go down
Since you poured the wine for me

and tightend up my shoes

I hate to leave you sittin there

composin lonesome blues
It goes to show you don't ever know

Watch each card you play

and play it slow

Wait until your deal come round

Don't you let that deal go down

Don't you let that deal go down, no

Don't you let your deal go down

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Writer: JERRY GARCIA, ROBERT HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Scarlet Begonias

As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square

Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,

From the other direction, she was calling my eye,

It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes.

And I knew without askin' she was into the blues.

She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls,

I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough,

She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.

As I picked up my matches and was closing the door,

I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before.
Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong.

Seldom turns out the way it does in a song.

Once in a while you get shown the light

In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,

Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.

And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes,
Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two";

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue,

Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand,

Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band.

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As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square

Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,

From the other direction, she was calling my eye,

It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes.

And I knew without askin' she was into the blues.

She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls,

I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough,

She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.

As I picked up my matches and was closing the door,

I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before.
Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong.

Seldom turns out the way it does in a song.

Once in a while you get shown the light

In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,

Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.

And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes,
Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two";

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue,

Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand,

Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band.

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Writer: JERRY GARCIA, ROBERT HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Fire on the Mountain

Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?

Get up, get out, get out of the door

Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor

Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core.

There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town

Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat

It takes all you got just to stay on the beat.

You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat

But you're here alone, there's no one to compete.

If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you

More than just ashes when your dreams come true.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?

Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door.

The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor

You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more?

The more that you give, the more it will take

To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!

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Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?

Get up, get out, get out of the door

Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor

Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core.

There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town

Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat

It takes all you got just to stay on the beat.

You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat

But you're here alone, there's no one to compete.

If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you

More than just ashes when your dreams come true.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?

Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door.

The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor

You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more?

The more that you give, the more it will take

To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!

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Writer: MICKEY HART, ROBERT HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Lost Sailor

Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro

Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where's the moon.

You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.
Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass.

Oh, raise the main sail, oh, lash the mast.

You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.

Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.
There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing

And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea.

Till the chains of your dreams are broken,

No place in this world you can be.
You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.

Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.
You pay for being free, I'll tell ya freedom don't come easy,

Free don't always come for free,

Sometimes it's hard to know what to believe in.
Where to go, who to go, where to be, who to be.

That means you're driftin'.... driftin'

Yeah driftin' and dreamin', really goin' on a dream now.

Really goin' on a feelin', really goin' on a feelin'.

Driftin', driftin' and dreamin'.
Cause it's a place you've never been

Maybe a place you've never seen now

You can hear them callin' on the wind

Driftin' and dreamin', driftin' and dreamin'.

Really goin' on a dream now, really goin' on a dream now,

Really goin' on a dream now.

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Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro

Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where's the moon.

You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.
Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass.

Oh, raise the main sail, oh, lash the mast.

You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.

Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.
There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing

And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea.

Till the chains of your dreams are broken,

No place in this world you can be.
You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.

Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.
You pay for being free, I'll tell ya freedom don't come easy,

Free don't always come for free,

Sometimes it's hard to know what to believe in.
Where to go, who to go, where to be, who to be.

That means you're driftin'.... driftin'

Yeah driftin' and dreamin', really goin' on a dream now.

Really goin' on a feelin', really goin' on a feelin'.

Driftin', driftin' and dreamin'.
Cause it's a place you've never been

Maybe a place you've never seen now

You can hear them callin' on the wind

Driftin' and dreamin', driftin' and dreamin'.

Really goin' on a dream now, really goin' on a dream now,

Really goin' on a dream now.

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Writer: JOHN BARLOW, ROBERT HALL WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Saint Of Circumstance

This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line
You must be the angel, I though I might never find
Was it you I heard singing, oh, while I was chasin' dreams
Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around
And the rain fallin' down but I never know

Got to be heaven 'cause here's where the rainbow ends
If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend
When that wind blows when the night's about to fall
You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound
Like the rain fallin' down

Hole's in what's left of my reason, hole's in the knees of my blues
Odds against me been increasin' but I'll pull through
I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do
But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine
I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose

Never know now, just don't never know, no
Well it's been heaven but even the rainbows will end
Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'
And I'm as good as gone again

I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance
Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance
And the rain fallin' down, well, you never know, just don't know
Listen, sure don't know what I going for, but I'm gonna go for it for sure

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This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line
You must be the angel, I though I might never find
Was it you I heard singing, oh, while I was chasin' dreams
Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around
And the rain fallin' down but I never know

Got to be heaven 'cause here's where the rainbow ends
If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend
When that wind blows when the night's about to fall
You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound
Like the rain fallin' down

Hole's in what's left of my reason, hole's in the knees of my blues
Odds against me been increasin' but I'll pull through
I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do
But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine
I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose

Never know now, just don't never know, no
Well it's been heaven but even the rainbows will end
Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'
And I'm as good as gone again

I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance
Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance
And the rain fallin' down, well, you never know, just don't know
Listen, sure don't know what I going for, but I'm gonna go for it for sure

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Writer: JOHN BARLOW, ROBERT HALL WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Hes Gone

Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him.

Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head.
Now he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone.

Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track

He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside.

Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile,

Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile!!!!
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.

Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track

He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Goin' where the wind don't blow so strange,

Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.

Lost one round but the price wasn't anything,

A knife in the back and more of the same.
Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb,

You know better but I know him.

Like I told you, what I said,

Steal your face right off your head.
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.

Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track

He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Ooh, nothin's gonna bring him back.

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Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him.

Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head.
Now he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone.

Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track

He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside.

Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile,

Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile!!!!
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.

Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track

He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Goin' where the wind don't blow so strange,

Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.

Lost one round but the price wasn't anything,

A knife in the back and more of the same.
Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb,

You know better but I know him.

Like I told you, what I said,

Steal your face right off your head.
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.

Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track

He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Ooh, nothin's gonna bring him back.

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Writer: BOB WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Truckin

Truckin got my chips cashed in. keep truckin, like the do-dah man

Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.

Chicago, new york, detroit and its all on the same street.

Your typical city involved in a typical daydream

Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;

New yorks got the ways and means; but just wont let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,

Most of the time theyre sittin and cryin at home.

One of these days they know they better get goin

Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me youve got to play your hand

Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you dont layem down,

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;

Other times I can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

What in the world ever became of sweet jane?

She lost her sparkle, you know she isnt the same

Livin on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,

All a friend can say is aint it a shame?

Truckin, up to buffalo. been thinkin, you got to mellow slow

Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin on.

Sittin and starin out of the hotel window.

Got a tip theyre gonna kick the door in again

Id like to get some sleep before I travel,

But if you got a warrant, I guess youre gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin pin.

Knocked down, it gets to wearin thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.

Youre sick of hangin around and youd like to travel;

Get tired of travelin and you want to settle down.

I guess they cant revoke your soul for tryin,

Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;

Other times I can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

Truckin, Im a goin home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,

Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin on.

Hey now get back truckin home.

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Truckin got my chips cashed in. keep truckin, like the do-dah man

Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.

Chicago, new york, detroit and its all on the same street.

Your typical city involved in a typical daydream

Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;

New yorks got the ways and means; but just wont let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,

Most of the time theyre sittin and cryin at home.

One of these days they know they better get goin

Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me youve got to play your hand

Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you dont layem down,

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;

Other times I can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

What in the world ever became of sweet jane?

She lost her sparkle, you know she isnt the same

Livin on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,

All a friend can say is aint it a shame?

Truckin, up to buffalo. been thinkin, you got to mellow slow

Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin on.

Sittin and starin out of the hotel window.

Got a tip theyre gonna kick the door in again

Id like to get some sleep before I travel,

But if you got a warrant, I guess youre gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin pin.

Knocked down, it gets to wearin thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.

Youre sick of hangin around and youd like to travel;

Get tired of travelin and you want to settle down.

I guess they cant revoke your soul for tryin,

Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;

Other times I can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

Truckin, Im a goin home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,

Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin on.

Hey now get back truckin home.

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Writer: JEROME J. GARCIA, PHILIP LESH, ROBERT C. HUNTER, ROBERT HALL WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Wharf Rat

Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.

Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee.

I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story.

My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine.

More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine.
Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them.

Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other f*cker's crime,

The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine.
But I'll get back on my feet again someday,

The good Lord willin', if He says I may.

I know that the life i'm livin's no good,

I'll get a new start, live the life I should.

I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away.
Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said,

I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been."

I said to him, "I'm sure she's been tru to you."
Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around.

I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me.

I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me.

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Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.

Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee.

I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story.

My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine.

More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine.
Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them.

Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other f*cker's crime,

The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine.
But I'll get back on my feet again someday,

The good Lord willin', if He says I may.

I know that the life i'm livin's no good,

I'll get a new start, live the life I should.

I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away.
Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said,

I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been."

I said to him, "I'm sure she's been tru to you."
Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around.

I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me.

I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me.

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Writer: JERRY GARCIA, ROBERT HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Around and Around

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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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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Writer: CHUCK BERRY
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
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Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,

Way back in the woods among the evergreens

There in an old cabin made of earth and wood

There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.

He never learned to read or write so well,

But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;

go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.

The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.

People passin' by would stop and say

"My my, but that little country boy can play!"
His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man."

You will be the leader of a big old band

Many people comin' from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.

Maybe someday your name will be in lights.

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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,

Way back in the woods among the evergreens

There in an old cabin made of earth and wood

There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.

He never learned to read or write so well,

But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;

go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.

The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.

People passin' by would stop and say

"My my, but that little country boy can play!"
His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man."

You will be the leader of a big old band

Many people comin' from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.

Maybe someday your name will be in lights.

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Writer: Chuck Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
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Alabama Getaway

Thirty two teeth in a jawbone

Alabama cryin for none

Before I have to hit him

I hope he's got the sense to run
Reason those poor girls love him

Promise them anything

Reason they believe him

He wears a big diamond ring
Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

Turn around and leave

and walk away
Majordomo Billy Bojangles

Sit down and have a drink with me

What's this about Alabame

Keeps comin back to me?
Heard your plea in the courthouse

Jurybox began to rock and rise

Forty-nine sister states all had

Alabama in their eyes
Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

Turn around and leave

and walk away
Why don't we just give Alabama

rope enough to hang himself?

Ain't no call to worry the jury

His kind takes care of itself
Twenty-third Psalm Majordomo

reserve me a table for three

in the Valley of the Shadow

just you, Alabama and me
Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

turn around and leave

and walk away

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Thirty two teeth in a jawbone

Alabama cryin for none

Before I have to hit him

I hope he's got the sense to run
Reason those poor girls love him

Promise them anything

Reason they believe him

He wears a big diamond ring
Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

Turn around and leave

and walk away
Majordomo Billy Bojangles

Sit down and have a drink with me

What's this about Alabame

Keeps comin back to me?
Heard your plea in the courthouse

Jurybox began to rock and rise

Forty-nine sister states all had

Alabama in their eyes
Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

Turn around and leave

and walk away
Why don't we just give Alabama

rope enough to hang himself?

Ain't no call to worry the jury

His kind takes care of itself
Twenty-third Psalm Majordomo

reserve me a table for three

in the Valley of the Shadow

just you, Alabama and me
Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

turn around and leave

and walk away

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Writer: JEROME J. GARCIA, ROBERT C. HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.

Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline.
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late.

We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way 'cross Alabam,

the 'hound broke down left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham.
Straight off bought me a through train ticket, right across Mississippi clean

And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham

Smoking into New Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

Just help me get to Houston town.

People are there who care a little 'bout me

And they won't let the poor boy down.
Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hands,

And I woke up high over Albuquerque

On a jet to the promised land.
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte,

Flying over to the Golden State;

When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes

We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy

Taxi to the terminal zone;

Cut your engines, cool your wings,

And let me make it to the telephone.
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,

Tidewater four ten on nine

Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'

And the poor boy's on the line.

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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.

Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline.
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late.

We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way 'cross Alabam,

the 'hound broke down left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham.
Straight off bought me a through train ticket, right across Mississippi clean

And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham

Smoking into New Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

Just help me get to Houston town.

People are there who care a little 'bout me

And they won't let the poor boy down.
Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hands,

And I woke up high over Albuquerque

On a jet to the promised land.
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte,

Flying over to the Golden State;

When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes

We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy

Taxi to the terminal zone;

Cut your engines, cool your wings,

And let me make it to the telephone.
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,

Tidewater four ten on nine

Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'

And the poor boy's on the line.

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Writer: Chuck Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Peggy-O

As we rode out to Fennario

As we rode out to Fennario

Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove

And he called her by name pretty Peggy-O

Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O

Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O

If you will marry me, I will set your cities free

And free all the ladies in the area-O 

I would marry you, sweet William-O

I would marry you, sweet William-O

I would marry you, but your guineas are too few

And I fear my mama would be angry-O

What would your mama think, pretty Peggy-O

What would your mama think, pretty Peggy-O

What would your mama think if she heard my guineas clink

And saw me marching at the head of my soldiers-O

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O

If ever I return, all your citie

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As we rode out to Fennario

As we rode out to Fennario

Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove

And he called her by name pretty Peggy-O

Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O

Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O

If you will marry me, I will set your cities free

And free all the ladies in the area-O 

I would marry you, sweet William-O

I would marry you, sweet William-O

I would marry you, but your guineas are too few

And I fear my mama would be angry-O

What would your mama think, pretty Peggy-O

What would your mama think, pretty Peggy-O

What would your mama think if she heard my guineas clink

And saw me marching at the head of my soldiers-O

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O

If ever I return, all your citie

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Writer: Philip Lesh, Robert Hall Weir, Jerome J. Garcia, William Kreutzmann, Traditional
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Me and My Uncle

Me and my uncle went ridin' down,

South Colorado, West Texas bound.

We stopped over in Santa Fe,

That bein' the point just about half way,

And you know it was the hottest part of the day.
I took the horses up to the stall,

Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all.

Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt,

It bein' summer, I took off my shirt,

And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.
When Texas cowboys, they's all around,

With liquor and money, they loaded down.

So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame;

You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game,

High-low jack and the winner take the hand.
My uncle starts winnin'; cowboys got sore.

One of them called him, and then two more,

Accused him of cheatin'; Oh no, it couldn't be.

I know my uncle, he's as honest as me,

And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be.
One of them cowboys, he starts to draw,

And I shot him down, Lord he never saw.

Well I grabbed a bottle, cracked him in the jaw,

Shot me another, oh damn he won't grow old.

In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold,

And we high-tailed it down to Mexico.
I love those cowboys, I love their gold,

I loved my uncle, God rest his soul,

Taught me good, Lord, Taught me all I know

Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold

And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road.

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Me and my uncle went ridin' down,

South Colorado, West Texas bound.

We stopped over in Santa Fe,

That bein' the point just about half way,

And you know it was the hottest part of the day.
I took the horses up to the stall,

Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all.

Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt,

It bein' summer, I took off my shirt,

And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.
When Texas cowboys, they's all around,

With liquor and money, they loaded down.

So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame;

You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game,

High-low jack and the winner take the hand.
My uncle starts winnin'; cowboys got sore.

One of them called him, and then two more,

Accused him of cheatin'; Oh no, it couldn't be.

I know my uncle, he's as honest as me,

And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be.
One of them cowboys, he starts to draw,

And I shot him down, Lord he never saw.

Well I grabbed a bottle, cracked him in the jaw,

Shot me another, oh damn he won't grow old.

In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold,

And we high-tailed it down to Mexico.
I love those cowboys, I love their gold,

I loved my uncle, God rest his soul,

Taught me good, Lord, Taught me all I know

Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold

And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road.

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Writer: JOHN PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
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Big River

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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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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Writer: Johnny R. Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Tennessee Jed

Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,

Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train.

You know you bound to wind up dead,

If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed.
Rich man step on my poor head,

When you get back you better butter my bread.

Well, do you know it's like I said,

You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,

Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
Drink all day and rock all night,

The law come to get you if you don't walk right

Got a letter this morning, baby all it read,

You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine,

Honey, come quick with the iodine,

Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed

Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,

Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
I run into Charlie Fog,

Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,

My doggie turned to me and he said,

Let's head back to Tennessee Jed.

I woke up a felin' mean,

Went down to play the slot machine,

The wheels turned around, and the letters read,

You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,

Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.

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Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,

Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train.

You know you bound to wind up dead,

If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed.
Rich man step on my poor head,

When you get back you better butter my bread.

Well, do you know it's like I said,

You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,

Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
Drink all day and rock all night,

The law come to get you if you don't walk right

Got a letter this morning, baby all it read,

You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine,

Honey, come quick with the iodine,

Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed

Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,

Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
I run into Charlie Fog,

Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,

My doggie turned to me and he said,

Let's head back to Tennessee Jed.

I woke up a felin' mean,

Went down to play the slot machine,

The wheels turned around, and the letters read,

You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,

Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.

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Writer: JEROME J. GARCIA, ROBERT C. HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Little Red Rooster

I'm a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days

Just a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days

Keep everything in the barnyard people, upset in every way
Dogs begin to bark now and the hounds begin to howl

Dogs begin to bark now and the hounds begin to howl

Watch out stray cat people the little red rooster is on the prowl
If you see the little red rooster, won't you please drive him home

If you see my little red rooster, won't you please drive him home

Been no peace in the barnyard people, since the little red rooster's been gone
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Yeah and the little red rooster, well you ain't shit to me

Think you're a stud boy, well I doubt you'll ever be

While your away I'm gonna f*ck with your hens, boy

I'm just bein' neighborly

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I'm a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days

Just a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days

Keep everything in the barnyard people, upset in every way
Dogs begin to bark now and the hounds begin to howl

Dogs begin to bark now and the hounds begin to howl

Watch out stray cat people the little red rooster is on the prowl
If you see the little red rooster, won't you please drive him home

If you see my little red rooster, won't you please drive him home

Been no peace in the barnyard people, since the little red rooster's been gone
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Yeah and the little red rooster, well you ain't shit to me

Think you're a stud boy, well I doubt you'll ever be

While your away I'm gonna f*ck with your hens, boy

I'm just bein' neighborly

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Writer: Willie Dixon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT
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Althea

told Althea I was feeling lost 

Lacking in some direction 

Althea told me upon scrutiny 

my back might need protection 

I told Althea that treachery 

was tearin 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 burying 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 centered to the extreme 

Ain't nobody messin with you but you 

your friends are getting most concerned - 

loose with the truth 

maybe it's your fire 

but baby...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 getting hot - 

you know this space is getting 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 out trying to catch her 

Can't talk to me without talking to you 

We're guilty of the same old thing 

Talking a lot about less and less 

And forgetting the love we bring

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told Althea I was feeling lost 

Lacking in some direction 

Althea told me upon scrutiny 

my back might need protection 

I told Althea that treachery 

was tearin 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 burying 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 centered to the extreme 

Ain't nobody messin with you but you 

your friends are getting most concerned - 

loose with the truth 

maybe it's your fire 

but baby...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 getting hot - 

you know this space is getting 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 out trying to catch her 

Can't talk to me without talking to you 

We're guilty of the same old thing 

Talking a lot about less and less 

And forgetting the love we bring

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Writer: JERRY GARCIA, ROBERT HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SECOND FLOOR MUSIC
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Let It Grow

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear.
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field,
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, Let it grow, Greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am! I am! I am! I am."
Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.

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Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear.
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field,
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, Let it grow, Greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am! I am! I am! I am."
Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.

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Writer: JOHN BARLOW, BOB WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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China Cat Sunflower

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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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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I Know You Rider

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.
Laid down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;

Laid down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;

My mind was wandering like the wild geese in the West.
The Sun will shine in my back door someday.

The Sun will shine in my back door someday.

March winds will blow all my troubles away.
I wish I was a headlight, on a North bound train;

I wish I was a headlight, on a North bound train;

I'd shine my light through cool Colorado rain.
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.

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I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.
Laid down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;

Laid down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;

My mind was wandering like the wild geese in the West.
The Sun will shine in my back door someday.

The Sun will shine in my back door someday.

March winds will blow all my troubles away.
I wish I was a headlight, on a North bound train;

I wish I was a headlight, on a North bound train;

I'd shine my light through cool Colorado rain.
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;

Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.

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Writer: BILL KREUTZMANN, BOB WEIR, JERRY GARCIA, MICHAEL HART, PHILIP LESH, ROBERT HUNTER, RONALD MCKERNAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Jack Straw

We can share the women, we can share the wine.

We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine.

Keep on rollin', just a mile to go;

Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.

Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent?

Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;

Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.
We used to play for silver, now we play for life;

And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife.

And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.

There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all.

Not with all.
Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July,

Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky.

Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Sante Fe,

The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride.

Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride.

There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun

Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down,

And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.

Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light,

One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow.
We can share the women, we can share the wine.

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We can share the women, we can share the wine.

We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine.

Keep on rollin', just a mile to go;

Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.

Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent?

Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;

Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.
We used to play for silver, now we play for life;

And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife.

And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.

There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all.

Not with all.
Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July,

Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky.

Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Sante Fe,

The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride.

Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride.

There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun

Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down,

And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.

Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light,

One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow.
We can share the women, we can share the wine.

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Ship of Fools

Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,

Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels,

But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin' of the boat,

And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.

I won't leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,

With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.

Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.

Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:

Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

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Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,

Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels,

But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin' of the boat,

And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.

I won't leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,

With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.

Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.

Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:

Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

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Estimated Prophet

My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no

Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no

Rainbows and down that highway where ocean breezes blow

My time coming, voices saying they tell me where to go.
Don't worry about me, nah nah nah, don't worry about me, no

and I'm in no hurry, nah nah nah, I know where to go.
California, preaching on the burning shore

California, I'll be knocking on the golden door

Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light

Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine.
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no

It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so

Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow

Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go.
Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no

and I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.
California, a prophet on the burning shore

California, I'll be knocking on the golden door

Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light

Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine.
You've all been asleep, you would not believe me

Them voices tellin' me, you will soon receive me

Standin' on the beach, the sea will part before me

Fire wheel burning in the air!
You will follow me and we will ride to glory, way up, the middle of

the air!
And I'll call down thunder and speak the same and my work fills the

sky with flame

and might and glory gonna be my name and men gonna light my way.
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no

It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so

Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow

My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no
Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no

and I'm in no hurry, no no no, don't worry about me, no.

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My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no

Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no

Rainbows and down that highway where ocean breezes blow

My time coming, voices saying they tell me where to go.
Don't worry about me, nah nah nah, don't worry about me, no

and I'm in no hurry, nah nah nah, I know where to go.
California, preaching on the burning shore

California, I'll be knocking on the golden door

Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light

Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine.
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no

It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so

Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow

Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go.
Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no

and I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.
California, a prophet on the burning shore

California, I'll be knocking on the golden door

Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light

Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine.
You've all been asleep, you would not believe me

Them voices tellin' me, you will soon receive me

Standin' on the beach, the sea will part before me

Fire wheel burning in the air!
You will follow me and we will ride to glory, way up, the middle of

the air!
And I'll call down thunder and speak the same and my work fills the

sky with flame

and might and glory gonna be my name and men gonna light my way.
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no

It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so

Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow

My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no
Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no

and I'm in no hurry, no no no, don't worry about me, no.

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Eyes of the World

Right outside this lazy summer home

you ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.

Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,

wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,

wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,

the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,

But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,

And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.

And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,

and night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,

the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,

But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,

And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,

sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,

sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,

the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,

But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.

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Right outside this lazy summer home

you ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.

Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,

wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,

wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,

the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,

But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,

And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.

And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,

and night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,

the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,

But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,

And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,

sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,

sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,

the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,

But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.

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Drums

[Instrumental]

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[Instrumental]

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Space

T-minus sixty seconds and counting

Arm light on

Switching command to internal

Switching command to internal

[Missile..Internal..]

Affirmative

Ready

Check 

Affirmative

Affirmative

Space

I never been one to hide my feelings

Baby, you blow my mind

I painted your face upon my ceiling

I stare at it all the time

I imagine myself inside your bedroom

Oh I imagine myself in your sky

(You) you are the reason there's bass in my boom

(Oh you) you are the reason I'm high

If you and I were just ten feet closer

Then I'd make you understand

That everything I want to do to your body, baby

I would do to your head 

Then you'd be hip to the deep rush

Deeper than the boom of the bass

With every other flick of the pink plush

The closer we get to the space (The closer we get to the space)

(The space)

(The space)

(The space)

Don't you want to go? (The space)

Where the souls go (The space)

Where the tears flow (The space)

Where the love grows

Do you want to go?

I never been one for this thing obsession

But just keep your eye on my hips

The circles they may be my confession

Just say the word and I'll strip

I've had dreams of us cuddling on the planet mars

Then when I wake up, I'm all covered in sex

With eyes that fall somewhere between rubies and stars

Don't look at me baby or I'll flex

If you and I were just ten feet closer

Then I'd make you understand

That everything I want to do to your body, baby

I would do to your head

Then you'd be hip to the deep rush

Deeper than the boom of the bass

With every other flick of the pink plush

The closer we get to the space 

(The space)

Go (The space)

Flow (The space)

Grow

Do you want to go?

(The space)

Where the souls go (The space)

Where the tears flow (The space)

Where the love grows

Do you want to go?

Bass

T-minus sixty seconds and counting

Arm light on

The space, the space, the space, the space

Switching command to internal

Switching command to internal

[Missile..]

Affirmative

Ready

Ready

Check

Check

Affirmative

The space, the space, the space, the space

The space, the space, the space, the space

Closer we get to the space

The space, the space, the space, the space

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T-minus sixty seconds and counting

Arm light on

Switching command to internal

Switching command to internal

[Missile..Internal..]

Affirmative

Ready

Check 

Affirmative

Affirmative

Space

I never been one to hide my feelings

Baby, you blow my mind

I painted your face upon my ceiling

I stare at it all the time

I imagine myself inside your bedroom

Oh I imagine myself in your sky

(You) you are the reason there's bass in my boom

(Oh you) you are the reason I'm high

If you and I were just ten feet closer

Then I'd make you understand

That everything I want to do to your body, baby

I would do to your head 

Then you'd be hip to the deep rush

Deeper than the boom of the bass

With every other flick of the pink plush

The closer we get to the space (The closer we get to the space)

(The space)

(The space)

(The space)

Don't you want to go? (The space)

Where the souls go (The space)

Where the tears flow (The space)

Where the love grows

Do you want to go?

I never been one for this thing obsession

But just keep your eye on my hips

The circles they may be my confession

Just say the word and I'll strip

I've had dreams of us cuddling on the planet mars

Then when I wake up, I'm all covered in sex

With eyes that fall somewhere between rubies and stars

Don't look at me baby or I'll flex

If you and I were just ten feet closer

Then I'd make you understand

That everything I want to do to your body, baby

I would do to your head

Then you'd be hip to the deep rush

Deeper than the boom of the bass

With every other flick of the pink plush

The closer we get to the space 

(The space)

Go (The space)

Flow (The space)

Grow

Do you want to go?

(The space)

Where the souls go (The space)

Where the tears flow (The space)

Where the love grows

Do you want to go?

Bass

T-minus sixty seconds and counting

Arm light on

The space, the space, the space, the space

Switching command to internal

Switching command to internal

[Missile..]

Affirmative

Ready

Ready

Check

Check

Affirmative

The space, the space, the space, the space

The space, the space, the space, the space

Closer we get to the space

The space, the space, the space, the space

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Not Fade Away

I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,

I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away.
You know my love not fade away, not fade away!
My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back,

Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel.
Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away!

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I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,

I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away.
You know my love not fade away, not fade away!
My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back,

Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel.
Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away!

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Black Peter

All of my friends come to see me last night

I was laying in my bed and dying

Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel

say "the weather down here so fine"
Just then the wind

came squalling through the door

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

lead up to this day

and it's just like

any other day

that's ever been

Sun goin up

and then the

sun it goin down

Shine through my window and

my friends they come around

come around

come around
People may know but

the people don't care

that a man could be

as poor as me...

"Take a look at poor Peter

he's lyin in pain

now let's go run

and see"
Run and see

hey, hey,

run and see

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All of my friends come to see me last night

I was laying in my bed and dying

Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel

say "the weather down here so fine"
Just then the wind

came squalling through the door

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

lead up to this day

and it's just like

any other day

that's ever been

Sun goin up

and then the

sun it goin down

Shine through my window and

my friends they come around

come around

come around
People may know but

the people don't care

that a man could be

as poor as me...

"Take a look at poor Peter

he's lyin in pain

now let's go run

and see"
Run and see

hey, hey,

run and see

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One More Saturday Night

I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine,

Looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign,

Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white;

Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!

Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,

Hey Saturday night!
Everybody's dancin' down the local armory

With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery.

The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high;

Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!

Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,

Hey Saturday night!
Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news,

Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues."

His wife say "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do,

Crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes."
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!

Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,

Hey Saturday night!
Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth,

Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth.

Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes,

When the rock and roll music meets the risin' sun.

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I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine,

Looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign,

Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white;

Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!

Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,

Hey Saturday night!
Everybody's dancin' down the local armory

With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery.

The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high;

Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!

Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,

Hey Saturday night!
Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news,

Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues."

His wife say "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do,

Crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes."
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!

Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,

Hey Saturday night!
Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth,

Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth.

Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes,

When the rock and roll music meets the risin' sun.

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Dont Ease Me In

Don't ease, don't ease, don't ease me in.

I've been all night long commin' home, don't ease me in.
When I turned around sweet mama, she was way across town

So I'm walkin' down the street with a dollar in my hand

I've been lookin' for a woman sweet mama, ain't got no man.
The girl I love, she's sweet and true,

You the dress she wears, sweet mama, it's pink and blue,

She brings me coffee, she brings me tea,

She brings me 'bout every damm thing but the jailhouse keys.

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Don't ease, don't ease, don't ease me in.

I've been all night long commin' home, don't ease me in.
When I turned around sweet mama, she was way across town

So I'm walkin' down the street with a dollar in my hand

I've been lookin' for a woman sweet mama, ain't got no man.
The girl I love, she's sweet and true,

You the dress she wears, sweet mama, it's pink and blue,

She brings me coffee, she brings me tea,

She brings me 'bout every damm thing but the jailhouse keys.

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Writer: DP, BRENT RICHARD MYDLAND, JEROME J. GARCIA, MICHAEL S. HART, PHILIP LESH, ROBERT HALL WEIR, WILLIAM KREUTZMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Dave's Picks, Vol. 56: Rainbow Theatre, London, England, 3/20/81 & 3/21/81 Info:

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Blimey, can it be that we've come to our fourth and final installment of the 2025 Dave's Picks Series? DAVE'S PICKS VOLUME 56 features TWO nearly complete shows from the Rainbow Theatre, London, England, 3/20 & 3/21/81, the Grateful Dead's first time back in Europe after seven years. With nearly five hours of music on four CDs, DAVE'S PICKS VOL. 56 is a badge of honor for any European Dead Head - for any Dead Head for that matter - with high energy perfection across both nights, showcasing classics from EUROPE '72, new favorites from GO TO HEAVEN, and the beginning of the very stellar Brent-era. A jolly good time, indeed!

Limited to 25,000 numbered copies, DAVE'S PICKS VOL. 56: RAINBOW THEATRE, LONDON, ENGLAND, 3/20/81 & 3/21/81 was recorded by Dan Healy and has been mastered to HDCD specs by Jeffrey Norman at Mockingbird Mastering.
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Performed by: Grateful Dead
Genre(s): Rock
Producer(s): Grateful Dead
Released: November 7th, 2025
Year: 2025

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