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Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Come on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander round I wander round Sunshine daydream Walkin through the tall trees Going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama cryin for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Majordomo Billy Bojangles Sit down and have a drink with me What's this about Alabame Keeps comin back to me? Heard your plea in the courthouse Jurybox began to rock and rise Fortynine sister states all had Alabama in their eyes Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Why don't we just give Alabama rope enough to hang himself? Ain't no call to worry the jury His kind takes care of itself Twentythird Psalm Majordomo reserve me a table for three in the Valley of the Shadow just you, Alabama and me Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me turn around and leave and walk away |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (Chorus) Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone (Chorus) You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Dark star, crashes
Pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting, for faults in the clouds of delusion Shall we go, you and I while we can Through, the transitive nightfall of diamonds Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye Shall we go, you and I while we can Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds |
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Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Y' Know Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land
Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land, In This Land Come To Your House, You Know He Don't Take Long Look In Bed This Morning, Children Find Your Mother Gone. I Said Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. Death Will Leave You Standing And Crying In This Land, Death Will Leave You Standing And Crying In This Land, In This Land, Yeah! Whoa! Come To Your House, Y' Know He Don't Stay Long, Y' Look In Bed This Morning, Children You Find That Your Brothers And Sisters Are Gone. I Said Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. Death Will Go In Any Family In This Land. Death Will Go In Any Family In This Land. Come To Your House, you know he don't take long. Look in the bed on the morning, Children Find That Your Family's Gone. I Said Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. Death Will Leave You Standing And Crying In This Land, In This Land. Whoa! Come To Your House, Y' Know It Don't Stay Long, Y' Look In Bed This Morning, Children Find That Your Brothers And Sisters Are Gone. I Said Death Don't, Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest, I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight) But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight) You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good, Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight) I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded,
Solemnly they stated, "He has to die, you know he has to die." All the children learnin', from books that they were burnin', Every leaf was turnin'; to watch him die, you know he had to die. The summer sun looked down on him, his mother could but frown on him, And all the others sound on him, but it doesn't seem to matter. And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended, His mind remained unbended, he had to die, you know he had to die. Spanish lady comes to me, she lays on me this rose. It rainbow spirals round and round it trembles and explodes. It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away. But the heat came 'round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day. Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, comin', around, in a circle Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle. Skippin' through the lily fields I came across an empty space, It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in it's place. The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began, There was cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land. Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, comin', around, in a circle Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle. And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended, Their minds remained unbended, He had to die, Oh, you know he had to die. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born,
Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud, Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone, All graceful instruments are known. When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone, When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd, Winter morning breaks, you're all alone. The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own, And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud This ground on which the seed of love is sown, All graceful instruments are known. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
Seems like I've been here before,
Fuzzy then and still so obscure, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye. And I don't want to see anybody cry, Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. Song commin' on, So pleasin' to see, come and gone, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, You don't have to tell me why, Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. It ain't cause I'm the only one left darlin', Bout the time the sun rises west, Feelin' groovy, lookin' fine. Think I'll come back here again, Every now and then from time to time. My how lovely you are, my dear, The ball game has gone much too far my dear, Sing to me, do your thing to me, I'll meet you some mornin', meet you some mornin', In the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Anthem Of The Sun (1968)
Sleepy Alligator in the noon day sun,
Lyin' by the river just like he usually done. Call for his whiskey, he can call for his tea, Call all he want to, but he can't call for me. Oh no! I've been there before, And I ain't gonna come around here any more. Creepy alligator coming all around the bend, Shoutin' about the times when we was mutual friends, I checked my memory and I checked it quick, yes I will. I checked it runnin' some old kind of trick. Oh no! Well I've been there before, And I ain't gonna come around here any more. Sailin' down the river in an old canoe, A bunch of and an old tennis shoe. Out of the river all ugly and green, Came the biggest old alligator that I've ever seen! Teeth big and pointy and his eyes were buggin' out, Contracted the union, put the beggars to rout. Screamin' and yellin', he was pickin' his chops, He never runs he just stumbles and hops. Just out of prison on ten dollars bail, Mumblin' bitches and waggin' his tail. |
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(Do Not Stop on Tracks)
I went down one day, I went down one day to see a Gypsy woman, Just one old day, yes I did, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out now, What's wrong with me and my baby. We ain't gettin' down like we used to do, I mean it's pretty good now, but there was a time, When it didn't work too well. I went down to see this Gypsy woman, you understand, I told her my story, I told her what was goin' on. And she told me, man she said, all you need, all you need, She said all you got to have, oh Lord, Just a touch of Mojo's hand, oh bring it back on, And it feels pretty good, yes indeed. |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
When I was just a little young boy,
Papa said son, you'll never get far, Tell you the reason, if you wanna know, Cause child of mine, there isn't really far to go. Well, baby baby wants a gold diamond ring, Wants it more than any old thing, Well when I get those jelly-roll blues, Why I go and get anything in this world for you. Down to the jewelry store packin' a gun, Says, "Wrap it up I think I'll take this one" "A thousand dollars please," the jewelry man said, Dupree said, "I'll pay this one off to you in lead". Well you know son, you just can't figure, First thing you know you're gonna to pull that trigger, And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad, Jelly-roll will drive you so mad. Judge said, "Son, it's gonna cost you some time" Dupree said, "Judge you know that crossed my mind" Judge said, "Fact it's gonna cost you your life" Dupree said, "Judge you know that seems to me to be about right". Baby baby you gonna lose her sweet man, Dupree come out with a losin' hand, Baby's gonna weep it up for a while, Then go out and find another sweet man's gonna treat her with style. Judge said, "Son, I know your baby well, But that's a secret I can never tell" Dupree said, "Judge well it's well understood, But you got to admit that sweet Jelly's so good". Well you know son, you just can't figure, First thing you know you're gonna to pull that trigger, And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad, Same old story and I know it's been told, Some like Jelly Jelly, some like gold, Many a man's done a terrible thing Just to get, baby a shinin' diamond ring. |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Boots were of leather
A breath of cologne Her mirror was a window She sat quite alone All around her the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue She came and she went and at last went away The garden was sealed when the flowers decayed On the wall of the garden a legend did say: No one may come here since no one may stay |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Da da da da da da da da da da da
Sittin in Mangrove valley chasing light beams Everything wanders from baby to Z Baby Baby pretty it up on Tuesday Old like a rum-drinking demon at tea. Baby Baby tell me what's the matter, what, what tell me what's your why how? Tell me why will you never come home Tell me what's your reason, if you've got a good one. Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. Take my line, go fishin' for a Tuesday, Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea. Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons, Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three. The rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go y'know. Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file. Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit darker before the day. Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone's doin' that rag. You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset. No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes. Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning, Everything promised is delivered to you. Don't neglect to pick up what your share is, All the winter birds are winging home now. Hey love go, and look around you, Nothing out there you haven't seen before now. Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, If you keep on doin' that rag. Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, If you keep on doin' that rag. One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve. Come back here pretty baby Louise And tell me the name of the game that you play. Is it All Fall Down? Is it All Go Under? |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Cold Mountain water
the jade merchant's daughter Mountains of the Moon, Bow and bend to me Hi ho the Carrion Crow Folderolderiddle Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Bow and bend to me Hey Tom Banjo Hey a laurel More than laurel You may sow More than laurel You may sow Hey the laurel Hey the city In the rain Hey, hey, Hey the white wheat Waving in the wind 20 degrees of solitude 20 degrees in all All the dancing kings & wives assembled in the hall Lost is a long & lonely time Fairy Sybil flying All along the all along the Mountains of the Moon Here is feast of solitude A fiddler grim and tall Plays to dancing kings and wives Assembled in the hall Of lost, long, lonely times Fairy Sibil flying All along the all along the Mountains of the Moon Hey Tom Banjo It's time to matter The Earth will see you on through this time The Earth will see you on through this time Down by the water The Marsh King's Daughter Did you know? Clothed in tatters Always will be Tom, where did you go? Mountains of the Moon, Electra Mountains of the Moon All along the All along the Mountains of the Moon Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Folderolderiddle Hi Ho the Carrion Crow Bow and bend to me Bend to me |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn What's become of the baby this cold December morning? Songbirds frozen in their flight Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming Dawning answer comes there none. Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn, But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn? What's become of the baby this cold December morning? What's become of the baby this cold December morning? Racing in rhythm of the sun All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman Allah, where are you now? All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters Scheherazade gathering stories to tell But where is the child who played with the sunshines? And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind? Standing stream cries the south wind Lost in the regions of Shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead. |
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from Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa (2004)
Cosmic Charlie how do you do? Truckin' in style along the avenue.
Dum de dum de doodley do. Go on home your mama's calling you. Kalico, Kahlia, come tell me the news. Calamity's waiting for a way to get to her. Rosy red and electric blue I bought you a paddle for your paper canoe. Say you'll come back when you can Whenever your airplane happens to land. Maybe I'll be back here too It all depends on what's with you. Hung up waiting for a windy day kite one ice since the first of February. Mama keeps saying that the wind might blow , But standing here I say I just don't know. New ones comin' as the old ones go, Everything's moving here but much too slow now, A little bit quicker and we might have time, To say "How do you do?" before we're left behind. Calliope wail like a seaside zoo. The very last lately inquired about you, It's really very one or two. The first you wanted, the last I knew. I just wonder if you shouldn't feel, Less concerned about the people unreal. The very first word is "How do you do?", The last "Go home your mama's callin' you." Calling you, calling you, calling you, calling you, Go on home your mama's calling you. |
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All of my friends come to see me last night
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Look for a while at the China Cat sunflower,
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun. Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono, Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind. Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandanna, Like a one-eyed Cheshire, like a diamond-eye jack. A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle, To a double-E waterfall over my back. Comic book colors on a violin river Cryin' Leonardo, Words from out a silk trombone. I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls, In the eagle-winged palace of the Queen Chinee. |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Come on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander round I wander round Sunshine daydream Walkin through the tall trees Going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama cryin for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Majordomo Billy Bojangles Sit down and have a drink with me What's this about Alabame Keeps comin back to me? Heard your plea in the courthouse Jurybox began to rock and rise Fortynine sister states all had Alabama in their eyes Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave and walk away Why don't we just give Alabama rope enough to hang himself? Ain't no call to worry the jury His kind takes care of itself Twentythird Psalm Majordomo reserve me a table for three in the Valley of the Shadow just you, Alabama and me Alabama getaway Alabama getaway Only way to please me turn around and leave and walk away |
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from Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead - Europe '72 [live] (1972)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (Chorus) Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone (Chorus) You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home |
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I had a hard run
Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore |
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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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Well my mama told me, my papa told me too,
Now my mama told me, papa told me too, Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. Wish I had a'listened to what my mama said, Wish I had a'listened to what my mama said, Well I wouldn't be here tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed. Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time, Went down to the depot, never got there on time. Well my train done left, she's a rollin' down the line. Mister jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies, Mister jailer go away, don't tell me no lies, When the train's going down, she's rollin' down the line. Well my mama told me, my papa told me too, Now my mama told me, papa told me too, Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. |
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from Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead (2004)
Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all. You got me working boss man, a workin' around the clock, I want a little drink of whiskey, you sure won't let me stop. Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all. I'm gonna get me a boss man, one gonna treat me right, I work hard in the daytime, sure get drunk at night. You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all. |
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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. He never learned to read or write so well, But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell. Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track. The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passin' by would stop and say "My my, but that little country boy can play!" Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man." You will be the leader of a big old band Many people comin' from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights. |
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Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine. Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime, The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine. But I'll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin', if He says I may. I know that the life I'm livin's no good, I'll get a new start, live the life I should. I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away. Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been." I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you." Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me. |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Dark star, crashes
Pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting, for faults in the clouds of delusion Shall we go, you and I while we can Through, the transitive nightfall of diamonds Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye Shall we go, you and I while we can Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garland in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been there so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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Without a warning you broke my heart,
taken it baby, torn it apart And you left me standin' in the dark cryin', said your love for me was dyin' Come on babe, baby please cause I'm beggin' you baby and I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it shine Well I get lonely in the middle of the night and I need you darlin' to make things all right So come on babe, baby please and I'm beggin' you baby and I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it shine Without a warning you broke my heart, taken it baby, torn it apart And you left me standin' in the dark cryin', said your love for me was dyin' So come on babe, baby please and I'm beggin' you baby, I'm on my knees Turn on your light, let it shine on me Turn on your love light, let it shine on me Hey, let shine, let it shine, let it A little bit higher A little bit higher A little bit higher Cmon' Get up now Get up now Get up now Get up now C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon babe C'mon baby C'mon baby C'mon baby C'mon baby |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Y' Know Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land
Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land, In This Land Come To Your House, You Know He Don't Take Long Look In Bed This Morning, Children Find Your Mother Gone. I Said Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. Death Will Leave You Standing And Crying In This Land, Death Will Leave You Standing And Crying In This Land, In This Land, Yeah! Whoa! Come To Your House, Y' Know He Don't Stay Long, Y' Look In Bed This Morning, Children You Find That Your Brothers And Sisters Are Gone. I Said Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. Death Will Go In Any Family In This Land. Death Will Go In Any Family In This Land. Come To Your House, you know he don't take long. Look in the bed on the morning, Children Find That Your Family's Gone. I Said Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. Death Will Leave You Standing And Crying In This Land, In This Land. Whoa! Come To Your House, Y' Know It Don't Stay Long, Y' Look In Bed This Morning, Children Find That Your Brothers And Sisters Are Gone. I Said Death Don't, Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land. |
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from Grateful Dead - Live Dead [live] (1969)
Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest, I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight) But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight) You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good, Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight) I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is are you kind It's a buck dancer's choice my friends, better take my advice You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice Will you come with me Won't you come with me Whoa oh, what I want to know: will you come with me? God damn, well I declare Have you seen the like Their walls are built of cannon balls Their motto is "don't tread on me" Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate Barely time to wait Whoa oh, what I want to know: where does the time go? I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
You told me goodbye
How was I to know You didn't mean goodbye You meant "please don't let me go" I was having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know The wheels are muddy Got a ton of hay Now listen here, baby 'Cause I mean what I say I'm having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know I was losing time, I had nothing to do No one to fight, I came to you Wheels broke down, leader won't draw The line is busted, the last one I saw Tomorrow come trouble Tomorrow come pain Now don't think too hard, baby 'Cause you know what I'm saying I could show you a high time Living the good life Ah, don't be that way Nothing's for certain It could always go wrong Come in when it's raining Go on out when it's gone We could have us a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
In the timbers of Fennario
The wolves are running 'round The winter was so hard and cold Froze ten feet 'neath the ground Don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me I sat down to my supper 'Twas a bottle of red whisky I said my prayers and went to bed That's the last they saw of me Don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me When I awoke, the Dire Wolf Six hundred pounds of sin Was grinning at my window All I said was, "come on in" Don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me The wolf came in, I got my cards We sat down for a game I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades But the cards were all the same Don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me Don't murder me In the backwash of Fennari The black and bloody mire The Dire Wolf collects his dues While the boys sing 'round the fire Don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me Don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me No, no, no, don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me Please, don't murder me |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
Please don't dominate the rap, Jack
If you've got nothing new to say If you please, don't back up the track This train's got to run today I spent a little time on the mountain I spent a little time on the hill I heard some say, "better run away" Others say, "better stand still" Now I don't know, but I've been told It's hard to run with the weight of gold Other hand, I have heard it said It's just as hard with the weight of lead Who can deny, who can deny It's not just a change of style? One step done and another begun And I wonder how many miles I spent a little time on the mountain I spent a little time on the hill Things went down we don't understand But I think in time we will Now I don't know, but I was told In the heat of the sun, a man died of cold Keep on coming or stand and wait With the sun so dark and the hour so late You can't overlook the lack, Jack Of any other highway to ride It's got no signs or dividing lines And very few rule to guide I spent a little time on the mountain I spent a little time on the hill I saw things getting out of hand I guess they always will Now I don't know, but I been told If the horse don't pull you, got to carry the load I don't know whose back's that strong Maybe find out before too long One way or another, one way or another One way or another, this darkness got to give One way or another, one way or another One way or another, this darkness got to give One way or another, one way or another One way or another, this darkness got to give |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
I can't stay much longer, Melinda
The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down, I gotta get down Gotta get down to, to the mine You keep me up just one more night I can't sleep here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down, I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more A lotta poor man make a five dollar bill But keep him happy all the time Some other fella's makin' nothin' at all And you can hear him cry "Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine?" Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day Made any more, I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losin' Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau from St. Angel Say the weather down here so fine Just then the wind came squalling through the dark But who can the weather command? Just want to have a little peace to die And a friend or two I love at hand Fever roll up to a hundred and five Roll on up, gonna roll back down One more day I find myself alive Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground See here how everything led up to this day And it's just like any other day that's ever been Sun going up and then the sun going down Come around, come around The people might know, but the people don't care That a man can be as poor as me Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain Now let's come run and see, run and see Run and see, run, run and see, and see |
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from Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (2004)
I been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer,
been chippin' up rocks for the great highway, live five years if I take my time, ballin' that jack and a drinkin' my wine. I been chippin' them rocks from dawn till doom, while my rider hide my bottle in the other room. Doctor say better stop ballin' that jack, if I live five years I gonna bust my back, yes I will. Easy wind cross the Bayou today cause there's a whole lotta women, mama, out in red on the streets today. And the river keeps a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. Gotta find a woman be good to me, won't hide my liquor try to serve me tea, cause I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true and I'll give everything that I got to you, yes I will. Easy wind going cross the Bayou today there's a whole lotta women out on the streets in a red today. And the river keep a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. |
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Driving that train
High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine Hits River Junction at seventeen to At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again. Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Trouble ahead, oh, Lady in red, Take my advice you'd be better off dead. Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train High on cocaine, Casey Jones you better watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Drive your train! Trouble with you is the trouble with me Got two good eyes but you still don't see Come round the bend, you know it's the end The fireman screams and the engine just gleams Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind And you know that notion just crossed my mind |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Look out of any window
Any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining, birds are winging No rain is falling from a heavy sky What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed One afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway Feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you What do you want me to do To watch for you while you're sleeping? Then please don't be surprised When you find me dreaming, too Look into any eyes you find by you You can see clear to another day Maybe been seen before Through other eyes on other days while going home What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed One afternoon long ago Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken And your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain And love will see you through Just a box of rain, wind and water Believe it if you need it, if you don't, just pass it on Sun and shower, wind and rain In and out the window like a moth before a flame And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare And it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night 'til the morning came around Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills Set out runnin' but I take my time a friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight I ran down to the levee, but the devil caught me there He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of nature Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double Pays my ticket when I speed She come skimming through rays of violet She can wade in a drop of dew She don't come and I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter She can make happy any man alive Sugar Magnolia Ringin' that blue bell Caught up in sunlight Go on out singing I'll walk you in the sunshine Come on honey, come along with me She's got everything delightful She's got everything I need A breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight Crazy in the sunlight, yes indeed Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying When the moon is halfway down Sometimes when the night is dying I take me out and I wander 'round I wander 'round Sunshine daydream Walkin' in the tall trees Goin' where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Operator can you help me, help me if you please
Give me the right area code and the number, that I need My rider left upon a midnight flyer singin' like a summer breeze I think she's somewhere down south Down about baton rouge But I just can't remember no number, a number I can use Directory don't have it, central done forgot it Got to find a number to use Tryin' to check out a number, tryin' to run down a line Operator said that's privelaged information And it ain't no business of mine Its flooding down in Texas, the polls are out in Utah Got to find a private line She could be hangin round a steel mill working in a house of blue lights Riding a getaway bus outta Oakland, talkin' to the night I don't know where she's goin, I don't care where she's been Long as she's been doin' it right |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven boys, I'll take your money home Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive Good mornin Mr. Benson, I see you're doin well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to Hell Look out look out the Candyman, here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again Ooooh ooooooh Ooooh uhhh uhh Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys then lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round Wont you to tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall, you fall alone If you should stand, then who's to guide you If I knew the way I would take you home La da da da La da da da da La da da La da La da da da La da da da La da da da da La da da da La da da da da |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll In a bed, in a bed by the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul River gonna take me Sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come Since I first left home Goin home, goin home by the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul Goin to plant a weeping willow On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow Sing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Till the morning comes
It'll do you fine Till the morning comes Like a highway sign Showing you the way Leaving no doubt Of the way on in or the way back out Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Till we all fall down It'll do you fine Don't think about What you left behind The way you came Or the way you go Let your tracks be lost in the dark and snow Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy When the shadows grow It'll do you fine When the cold winds blow It'll ease your mind The shape it takes Could be yours to choose What you may win, what you may lose Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know And lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear You sang to me I have spent my life Seeking all that's still unsung Bent my ear to hear the tune And closed my eyes to see When there were no strings to play You played to me In the book of love's own dream Where all the print is blood Where all the pages are my days And all my lights grow old When I had no wings to fly You flew to me You flew to me In the secret space of dreams Where I dreaming lay amazed When the secrets all are told And the petals all unfold When there was no dream of mine You dreamed of me |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night 'til the morning came around Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills Set out runnin' but I take my time a friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight I ran down to the levee, but the devil caught me there He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven boys, I'll take your money home Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive Good mornin Mr. Benson, I see you're doin well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to Hell Look out look out the Candyman, here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again Ooooh ooooooh Ooooh uhhh uhh Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys then lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round Wont you to tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Till the morning comes
It'll do you fine Till the morning comes Like a highway sign Showing you the way Leaving no doubt Of the way on in or the way back out Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Till we all fall down It'll do you fine Don't think about What you left behind The way you came Or the way you go Let your tracks be lost in the dark and snow Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy When the shadows grow It'll do you fine When the cold winds blow It'll ease your mind The shape it takes Could be yours to choose What you may win, what you may lose Tell you what I'll do I'll watch out for you You're my woman now Make yourself easy Make yourself easy Make yourself easy |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know And lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear You sang to me I have spent my life Seeking all that's still unsung Bent my ear to hear the tune And closed my eyes to see When there were no strings to play You played to me In the book of love's own dream Where all the print is blood Where all the pages are my days And all my lights grow old When I had no wings to fly You flew to me You flew to me In the secret space of dreams Where I dreaming lay amazed When the secrets all are told And the petals all unfold When there was no dream of mine You dreamed of me |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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from Grateful Dead - American Beauty (2004)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall, you fall alone If you should stand, then who's to guide you If I knew the way I would take you home La da da da La da da da da La da da La da La da da da La da da da La da da da da La da da da La da da da da |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Red and white, blue suede shoes
I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive Ain't no luck, I learned to duck. Check my pulse, it don't change Stay seventy-two come shine or rain Wave the flag, pop the bag Rock the boat, skin the goat Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band Shake the hand that shook the hand Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan. Shine your shoes, light your fuse Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth Run your life, steal your wife. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my Back to back chicken shack Son of a gun, better change your act We're all confused, what's to lose? Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,
tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing. Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground, all I leave behind me is only what I found. If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play, stranger ones have come by here before they flew away. I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny, I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die. Take up your china doll, take up your china doll, it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall. La-la-la-la-la-la-la. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Blue light rain, whoa unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane. Listening for the secret, searching for the sound But I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds. Willow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder why, They say love your brother, but you will catch it when you try. Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss, Ride you out on a cold railroad and nail you to a cross. November and more, as I wait for the score, They're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door. A slow winter day a night like forever, Sink like a stone, float like a feather. (instrumental) Lilac rain, unbroken chain, Song of the sawhet owl. Out on the mountain, it'll drive you insane, Listening to the winds howl Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls, Unbroken chain of shy and sea. Unbroken chain of the western wind, Unbroken chain of you and me. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Loose Lucy is my delight, she come runnin' and we ball all night,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. She's my yo-yo, I'm her string, listen to the birds on the hot wire sing, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" I got jumped coming home last night, Shadow in the alley turned out all my lights, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get me on the ground. Loose Lucy, she was sore, says I know you don't want my love no more, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Be-bop baby how can this be? I know you been out a' cheating on me, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. Cross my heart and hope to die, I was just hanging out with the other guys, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" Went back home with two black eyes, you know I'll love ya till the day I die, round and round and round and round and round and round and round, don't take much to get the word around. I like your smile but I ain't your type, don't shake the tree when its fruit ain't ripe, yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!" |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, From the other direction, she was calling my eye, It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before. Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong. It seldom turns out the way it does in this song. Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right. Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes, I had to learn the hard way-i had to let her pass by, let her pass by Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"; The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Out on the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon,
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way, can't hit that border too soon. Running hard out of Muskrat Flats, it was sixty days or double life, Hail on my back like a shotgun blast, high wind chimes in the night. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, oh, oh bitter olives in the sun, Oh, oh I had me some lovin', and I done some time. Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned By standing in the road alone, standing watching the fires burn. The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around, Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel, sitting doing that git on down. Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, of, of silver apples in the sun, I see your silver shining town, but I know I can't go there -- Your streets run deep with poisoned wine, your doorways crawl with fear. So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at, where the weed grows green and fine And wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine. Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga, I can see golden forests in the sun. |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click She says furs or diamonds, you can take your pick She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money She say, "Money, honey", I draw a blank, I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and loan, To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again, I got a notion that you're leadin' me to sin Won't you relax, won't you lay way back, Don't you bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac It's only bucks, you don't need no jack So won't you please relax and lay way back My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills Now some folks say the best things in life are free, I sure don't get no lovin' livin' honestly! She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, Next thing you know, you got the women's lib Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch It's a real shame they got to cost so much! |
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from The Grateful Dead - From The Mars Hotel (1974)
Went to see the captain
Strangest I could find Laid my proposition down I laid it on the line I won't slave for beggar's pay Likewise gold and jewels But I would slave to learn the way To sink your ship of fools Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools Saw you first ship sink and drown From rockin' of the boat And all that could not sink or swim Was just left there to float I won't leave you drifting down But, whoa, it makes me wild With thirty years upon my head To have you call me child Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools The bottles stand as empty As they were filled before And time that was in plenty But from that cup no more Though I would not caution all I still might warn a few Don't lend your hand to raise no flag Atop no ship of fools Ship of fools On a cruel sea Ship of fools Sail away from me It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools It was later than I thought When I first believed you Now I cannot share your laughter Ship of fools |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions, Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon? There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. I had a woman down in Alabama, She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic, She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out, You could die down here, be just another accident statistic." There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. All that foreign oil controlling American soil, Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed. Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings, Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more, You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin' In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave, Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters, Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency, All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it. They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions, They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it, I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets, There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, They wait for you. And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin' from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. Now all my fathers, they've gone down True love they've been without it. But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it. Well, I return to the Queen of Spades And talk with my chambermaid. She knows that I'm not afraid To look at her. She is good to me And there's nothing she doesn't see. She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit, He spoke to me, I took his flute. No, I wasn't very cute to him, Was I? But I did it, though, because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I . . . I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
You may be an ambassador to England or France, You may like to gamble, you might like to dance, You may be the heavyweight champion of the world, You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage, You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage, You may be a business man or some high degree thief, They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk, You may be the head of some big TV network, You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame, You may be living in another country under another name But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a construction worker working on a home, You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome, You might own guns and you might even own tanks, You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride, You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side, You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair, You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk, Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk, You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread, You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy, You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy, You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray, You may call me anything but no matter what you say You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody. Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? |
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