Aiko Aiko  traditional


Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!
Jokomo fenoh onon deh.
Jokomo fenon deh.
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!

My spot dog see your spot dog
sitting by the bayou.
My spot dog say your spot dog
gonna set your tail on fire.

Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!
Jokomo fenoh onon deh.
Jokomo fenon deh.
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!

My grandpa see your grandpa
sitting by the bayou.
My grandma say your grandma
gonna fix your chiken wire.

Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!
Jokomo fenoh onon deh.
Jokomo fenon deh.
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!

My little boy see your little boy
sitting by the bayou.
My little boy say your little boy
gonna set your thing on fire.

Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!
Jokomo fenoh onon deh.
Jokomo fenon deh.
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Hey Now! Hey Now!
Aiko Aiko on deh!

Alabama Getaway  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


32 teeth in a jawbone
Alabama's trying for none
before I have to hit him
I hope he's got the sense to run

The reason the call girls love him
promise him everything
and why they all believe him
he wears a big diamond ring

Alabama getaway, getaway
Alabama getaway, getaway
only way to please me
just sit down with me and walk away

Lady Domo, Billy Bojangles
sat down and had a drink with me
said while I got Alabama
he keeps 'em coming back to me

I heard your plea in the courthouse
witness box began to rock and rise
49 sister states
had Alabama in their eyes

Alabama getaway, getaway
Alabama getaway, getaway
only way to please me
just sit down with me and walk away

Lady said why don't we give him
a rope and let him hang himself
don't need to worry the jury
they'll probably take care of themselves

23rd psalm, Major Domo
reserve me a table for three
down in the valley of the shadows
you, Alabama and me

Alabama getaway, getaway
Alabama getaway, getaway
only way to please me
just sit down with me and walk away



All Along the Watchtower  by Bob Dylan

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.



Alligator  By: Phil Lesh, Ron McKernan, Robert Hunter
  Source: Grateful Dead Anthology.

Sleepy alligator in the noonday sun,
Lying 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 on me.

Oh no, I been there before,
I ain't gonna come around here any more.

Creepy alligator coming all around the bend,
Shoutin' 'bout the times when we was mutual friends.
I checked my mem'ry and I checked it quick.
I checked it runnin' some old kind of trick.

Oh no, I been there before,
I ain't gonna come around here any more.

Sailin' down the river in an old canoe;
A bunch of bottles 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 lickin' his chops,
He never runs, he just stumbles and hops.

Just out of prison on ten dollars bail,
Mumblin' and bitchin' and a waggin' his tail.

Alligator running round my door
Alligator running round my door
Alligator running round my door
Alligator's creeping round and crawling round my cabin floor,
He'll be coming round to bother me some more.


Althea  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter  


I told Althea I was feeling lost
lacking in some direction
Althea told me about scrutiny
that my back might need  protection

I told Althea a treachery
was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me "Now, cool down boy,
settle back, easy Jim."

You may be Saturday's child, all grown
and moving with a tinge of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground
or just another pretty face.

You may meet the fate of Ophelia
sleeping and perchance to dream
honest to the point of recklessness
self-centered to the extreme

Ain't nobody messing with you, but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, baby it's your fire
Baby, don't get burned

When the smoke has cleared she said,
that's what she said to me
Gonna want a bed to lay your head
and a little smypathy

There are things you can replace
and others you can not,
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 son
and I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, OK, that's fine,
so now I'm trying to catch her.

I can't talk to you without talking to me
we're guilty of the same old thing
Thinking a lot about less and less
and forgetting the love we bring



Attics of My Life  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 


In the attics of my life, 
full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tounge 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 was 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 the 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.


Beat it on Down the Line  by Jesse Fuller  4/76


Well, this job I've got is just a little too hard,
Runnin' out of money, Lord, I need more pay.
Gonna wake up in the mornin', Lord, gonna pack my bag
I'm gonna beat it on down the line.

I'm goin' down the line, goin' down the line.
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line.
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line.
Beat it on down the line.

Yes and I'll be waiting at the station, Lord, when that train pulls on by,
I'm a'goin' back where I belong.
I'm goin' back to that same old used-to-be.
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine.

Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine.
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine.
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine.
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine.

Yeh, I'm goin' back to that shack that's 'way across the railroad track.
Uh huh, that's where I think I belong.
I got a sweet woman, Lord, she's waitin' there for me,
And that's where I'm gonna make my happy home.

Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home.
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home.
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home.
That's where I'm gonna make my happy home.


Bertha   by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 


I had a hard run, runnin' from your window.
I was all night runnin', runnin'; Lord, I wondered if you cared.
I had a run in, run around, and a run down.
Run around the corner, Lord, I 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, Lord, been down under the sea.
Try to see what's goin' down, Lord, try to read between the lines.
I had a feelin' I was fallin', fallin', fallin', Lord, I turned around to see,
Heard her voice a'callin', Lord you was comin after 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, I ducked back into a bar door.
It's all night fallin', pourin' rain,
Lord, but not a drop on me.
Test me, test me,
Test me, test me, test me,
Why don't you arrest me?
Throw me into the jail house,
Lord, until the sun goes down, 'til it goes 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.

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.


Big Boss Man  by Smith and Dixon


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' round the clock,
you wanna little drink a 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 stoned at night.

Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call,
You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all.


Big Railroad Blues   trad. arranged by the Grateful Dead


Well, my momma told me, my poppa told me too
Now, my momma told me, poppa told me too
Well, I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues.

Wish I had a'listened to what my momma said.
Wish I had a'listened to what my momma 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 'way now, don't tell me no lies.
Mister jailer go 'way, don't tell me no lies.
When my train come down, she can roll up and down the line.

Well, my momma told me, my poppa told me too
Now, my momma told me, poppa told me too
Well, I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues.

Wish I had a'listened to what my momma said.
Wish I had a'listened to what my momma said.
Well, I wouldn't be here tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed.


Big River    by Johnny Cash 


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 Saint Paul, Minnesota,
tore me up everytime I heard her drawl, that southern drawl.
I heard my dream went back downstream, cavortin' in Davenport,
and I follow you big river where you go.

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.

Well, I follow her down to Saint Louie, later on down the river,
a freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone.
Well I follow her down to Memphis, but she just walked off the bluff,
she raised a few eyebrows and she went on down alone.

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.

Well, I'm bound 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, forget my blues on down to the gulf,
she loves you big river more than me.

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.

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.

and I'm a gonna sit right here until I die
and I'm a gonna sit right here until I die.



Bird Song  by Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter, and Billy Kreutzmann


All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on,
tell me all that you know, I'll show you
snow and rain.

If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why?
Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by,
Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark,
fly through the night.

Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore.

Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind.

All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew off,
tell me all that you know, I'll show you
snow and rain.



 Black Muddy River   by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia
 

 When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
 And the hot sun chills me to the bone
 When I can't hear the song for the singer
 And I can't tell my pillow from a stone

 I will walk alone by the black muddy river
 And sing me a song of my own
 I will walk alone by the black muddy river
 And sing me a song of my own
 
 When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
 And the stars seem to splatter in the sky
 When the moon splits the southwest horizon
 With the scream of an eagle on the fly

 I will walk alone by the black muddy river
 And listen to the ripples as they moan
 I will walk alone by the black muddy river
 And sing me a song of my own
 
 Black muddy river, roll on forever
 I don't care how deep or wide
 If you've got another side
 Roll, muddy river
 Roll, muddy river
 Black muddy river, roll
 
 When it sems like the night will last forever
 And there's nothing left to do but count the years
 When the strings of my heart start to sever
 And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears

 I will walk alone by the black muddy river
 And dream me a dream of my own
 I will walk alone by the black muddy river
 And sing me a song of my own



Black Peter  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


All of my friends, come to see me last night,
I was lying in my bed and dying.
Annie Bonneau from Saint Angel
say the weather down here so fine.

Just then the wind come squalling thru 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 lead 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.
Shine thru my window and my friends they come around,
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.


Black Throated Wind  by Bob Weir and John Barlow

Bringing me down, I'm running aground,
blind in the lights of the interstate cars,
passing me by, the buses and semis,
plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.

But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
that I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up,
the highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars.

Black throated wind, keeps on hurryin'
with it's words of a life where nothing is new,
another American night, across from the light,
woh-oh I'm drownin' in you.

I left Saint Louie, the city of blues,
in the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
I tried to pretend it came to an end,
cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met.

But I can't deny, woh the time has gone by,
when I ever had doubts or thoughts of regret,
And I was a man when all this began
who wouldn't think twice about being there yet.

Black throated wind, whisperin' sin
and speaking of life that passes like dew.
It's forced me to see you've done better by me,
better by me than I've done by you.

Now what's to be found in racing around,
ya carry your pain wherever you go,
full of the blues, and tryin' to lose,
you ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.

So I give you my eyes and all of their lies,
please help them to learn as well as to see.
And capture a glance, woh and make a dance 
of lookin at you looking at me.

Black throated wind, keeps on hurryin'
with it's words of a life that could almost be true,
another American night, here comes a life.
I'm turning around that's what I'm gonna do.

Going back home that's what I'm gonna do.
I'm turning around that's what I'm gonna do.
Going back home that's what I'm gonna do.
Cause you've done better by me than I've done by you,
woh-oh drowning in you
woh-oh I'm drowning in you
Yes I'm going back home that's what I'm gonna do.
Going back home that's what I'm gonna do.


Blow Away  by Brent Mydland and John Barlow


A man and a woman come together as strangers.
When they part they're usually strangers still.
It's like a practical joke played on us by our Maker.
Empty bottles, that can't be filled.

Baby, who's to say it coulda been different 
Now that it's done.
Baby, who's to say....
Baby, who's to say that it shoulda been
Anyway.
Baby, who's to say....
Baby, who's to say
That it even matters in the long run.
Who's to say.
Give it just a minute.
And it'll blow away.
It'll blow away.

You fancy me to be the master of your feelings.
You barely bruise me with your looks to kill.
Though I admit we were sometimes brutal in our dealings,
I never held you against your will.

Baby, who's to say it coulda been different 
Now that it's done.
Baby, who's to say....
Baby, who's to say that it shoulda been
Anyway.
Baby, who's to say....
Baby, who's to say
That it even matters in the long run.
Who's to say.
Give it just a minute.
And it'll blow away.
It'll blow away.

Your case against me is so very clearly stated
I plead no contest, I turn and shrug. 
I've come to figure all importance overestimated.
You must mean water when you get on your knees and beg for blood.




Blues for Allah  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Arabian wind
The needle's eye is thin
The ships of state sail on mirage
and drown in sand
Out in no-man's land
Where Allah does command.

What good is spilling blood?
It will not grow a thing;
"Taste eternity" the swords sing:
Blues for Allah
In 'sh'Allah.

They lie where they fall
There's nothing more to say
The desert stars are bright tonight
let's meet as friends
	The Flower of Islam
	The Fruit of Abraham

The thousand stories have
Come round to one again,
Arabian night
Our gods pursue their fight,
What fatal flowers of darkness
bloom from seeds of light.

Bird of Paradise fly in white sky
Blues for Allah
In 'sh'Allah

Let's see with our heart
These things our eyes have seen,
and know the truth must still lie
somewhere in between.

Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Bird of Paradise fly in white sky
Blues for Allah
In 'sh'Allah


Bondi Pier	Traditional, arranged by extra stout ale


I was down by Bondi Pier,
Drinkin tubes of ice cold beer,
With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee,
When I swallowed the last prawn,
I had a technicolor yawn,
And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea.

Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

I was sittin in the surf,
When a mate of mine called Murf,
Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me,
The bastard barely swallowed it,
When he went for the big spit,
And he chundered in the old Pacific Sea.

Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

I've had liquid laughs in bars,
And I've hurled from moving cars,
And I've chuckled when and where it suited me,
But if I could choose the spot,
To regurgitate me lot,
Then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea..

Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.


Born Cross Eyed   by  Bob Weir 


Seems I have been here before
fuzzy then and still so obscure, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And I don't want to see anybody cry
meet me some moment in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by.

Song comin' on
so pleasin' to see, come and gone, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
you don't have to tell me why
meet me some moment 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, come time to try.
My how lovely you are,
the war game has gone much too far
seems to me, do your thing to me,
meet me some moment in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by.


Box of Rain by Phil Lesh and Robert Hunter 


Look out of any window,
Any morning, any evening, any day.
Maybe the sun is shining,
Birds are winging, no rain is fallin' 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 waitin' to meet you.

What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you're sleepin'?
Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreamin' 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 goin' 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,
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.


Brokedown Palace  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Fare you well, my honey,
fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing
are flown, except you alone.

Goin' to leave this brokedown 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 goin' to 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 riverside I will lay my bones,
listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul.

Going to plant a weepin' willow; 
on the bank's green edge it will grow, grow, grow.
Sings 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.

Doo doot doo  doo doo doot doo, doo doot doo doo doot
doo doot doo.
Doo doot doo, doo doot doo, doo doot doo doot doo doo
doot doo doot doo.



Brother Esau by Bob Weir and John Barlow


 My brother Esau killed a hunter
 Back in nineteen sixty-nine
 And before the killing was done
 His inheritance was mine
 
 But his birthright was a wand to wave
 Before a weary band
 Esau gave me sleeplessness
 And a piece of moral land

 Our father favored Esau
 Who was eager to obey
 All the bloody wild commandments
 The old man shot his way
 
 But all his favor ended
 When my brother failed at war
 And staggered home
 And found me in the door
 
 Esau skates on mirrors any more
 Meets his pale reflection at the door
 But sometimes at night I dream
 He's still an hairy man
 
 Shadowboxing the apocalypse
 And wandering the land

 Esau holds the blessing
 Brother Esau holds the curse
 I would say that the blame is mine
 But I suspect it's something worse

 The more my brother looks like me
 The less I understand
 The silent war
 That bloodied both our hands
 
 Shadowboxing the apocalypse
 And wandering the land




Brown Eyed Women by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 

Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said please
Gen'ral Jack Jones won't you come to me.

Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting on.

1920 when he steped to the bar
drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar,
1930 when the wall caved in
he made his way selling red eyed gin.

Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting on.

Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
Two times over and the rest was sins
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.

Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting on.

Tumble down shack in Big Foot County
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
Delilah Jones went to meet her god
And the old man never was the same again.

Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
Cost two dollars and burned like hell
I cut hickory just to fire the still
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.

Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting on.

Gone are the days when the ox fall down
You take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said please
Gen'ral Jack Jones won't you come to me.

Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting on
And it looks like the old man's getting on.



Built to Last by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

There are times when you can beckon
there are times when you must call
there are times when I can help you out and times that you must fall
there are times when you must live in doubt and I can't help at all

Three blue stars rise on the hill
sing no more, now must be still
all these trials will soon be past
look for something built to last 

A wind held by the collar, a cloud held by the breeze
you walk on coals of fire, but sometimes you must freeze
there are times when you offend me, and I do the same to you
if you can't or won't forget it, I guess we could be through

One blue star sets on the hill
call me back, you never will
one more star sinks in the past
show me something built to last 

Built to last til time itself comes tumbling from the wall
built to last til sunshine fails and darkness moves alone
built to last while years roll past, like cloudscapes in the sky
shome me something built to last, or something made to try

there are times when you get hit upon, try hard but you cannot give
other times you galdly part with what you need to live
don't waste your breath to save your face, when you have done your best
and even more is asked of you, fate will decide the rest

All the stars are gone but one
morning breaks, here comes the sun
cross the sky, now sinking fast
show me something built to last 

Three blue stars rise on the hill
sing no more, now must be still
all these trials will soon be past
look for something built to last 

One blue star sets on the hill
call me back, you never will
one more star sinks in the past
show me something built to last 

All the stars are gone but one
morning breaks, here comes the sun
cross the sky, now sinking fast
show me something built to last 




Candyman  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Come all you pretty women with your hair a 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 comes and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend til
the Candyman comes around again, around 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 morning, Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well,
if I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell.

Look out, look out the Candyman
Here he comes and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend til
the Candyman comes around again, around again.

Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind
If you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the line
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round,
won't you tell ev'rybody you meet that the Candyman's in town.

Look out, look out the Candyman
Here he comes and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend til
the Candyman comes around again, around again.


Casey Jones by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 


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 travelin' 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 sleeping, train a 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.

Trouble with you is the trouble with me
got two good eyes but ya still don't see,
comin' round the bend, you know it's the end
though the fireman screams and the engine just gleems,

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.


Cassidy  by Bob Weir and John Barlow  

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Oh, child of countless dreams
Oh, child of boundless scenes.

What you are, what you are meant to be
Speaks his name for you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy.

Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way his smile is rolling back
Come watch the nighttime cling,
Come grow the scorched ground green.

Blow the horn, tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy.

Quick beats in an icy heart,
catch colt draws a coffin cart,
There he goes, now here she starts, I hear her cry.

Flight of the seabirds,
Scattered like lost words,
Wheel to the storm and fly.

Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.


Catfish John  by Bob McDill and Allen Reynolds


Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
don't be hanging around old Catfish John."
Come the morning I'd always be there
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn.

Take me back to another morning
To a time so long ago
When the sweet magnolia blossomed
Cotton fields as white as snow.

Catfish John was a river hobo
who lived and died by the river's bed
Looking back I still remember
I was proud to be his friend.

Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
don't be hanging around old Catfish John."
Come the morning I'd always be there
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn.

Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg
Traded for a chesnut mare,
Lord, he never spoke in anger
though his load was hard to bear.

Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
don't be hanging around old Catfish John."
Come the morning I'd always be there
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn,
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn.


China Cat Sunflower  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Look for a while at the China Cat sunflower
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun.
Copperdome bodhi, drip a silver 
kimmona like a crazy quilt stargown
through a dream night wind.

Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandana
Like a one-eyed Cheshire
Like a diamond-eyed jack
A leaf of all colors plays a golden-stringed 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-wing palace of the Queen Chinee.


China Doll  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


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.


Chinatown Shuffle by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Take it, you can have it,
what I got baby, I can't hold
and if you find the secret
tell me how to build the mold.

And I can't handle your problems
so don't try to handle mine,
get yourself a shotgun, a pocketful of shells
and we can while away the time.

Look up the wall, do it right,
make a mistake, you're going to pay for it twice,
but if you need it, got to have it
get yourself a shotgun and bring it back home.

Look up the wall, you know you got to call
before you start falling, get ready to fall,
and if you fall in my direction
don't expect no help at all. . .don't.

Get it right, do it nice
and if you make a mistake, you're going to pay for it twice,
but if you need it, got to have it
get yourself a shotgun and bring it back home.

Look up the wall, you know you got to call
but if you start falling, be ready to fall,
and if you fall in my direction
don't expect no help at all,
don't expect no help at all,
don't expect no help at all,
and if you fall in my direction
don't expect no help at all.


Cold Rain and Snow  by Skjellifetti 


Well, I'll marry me a wife,
she's been trouble all my life--
walk me out in the cold rain and snow.

Rain and snow!
Walk me out in the cold rain and snow.

Well she's coming down the stairs,
holding back her yellow hair,
and I ain't gonna be treated this a way--

this a way,
and I ain't gonna be treated this a way.

She went up to her room,
and she sang a fateful tune,
and I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow.

Winds don't blow,
and I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow.

But I'm married to her life,
she's been trouble all my life,
walk me out in the cold rain and snow.

Rain and snow,
walk me out in the cold rain and snow,
walk me out in the cold rain and snow,
walk me out in the cold rain and snow,
walk me out in the cold rain and snow,
walk me out in the cold rain and snow,
walk me out in the cold rain and snow.


Comes A Time  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Comes a time
when the blindman takes your hand,
says don't you see?
Gotta make it somehow
on the dreams you still believe
don't give it up, you got an empty cup
only love can fill, only love can fill.

Been walking all morning
went walking all night
I can't see much difference
between the dark and light
And I feel the wind
And I taste the rain
Never in my mind
to cause so much pain.

Comes a time
when the blindman takes your hand,
says don't you see?
Gotta make it somehow
on the dreams you still believe
don't give it up, you got an empty cup
only love can fill, only love can fill.

From day to day
just letting it ride
You get so far away
from how it feels inside
You can't let go
cause you're afraid to find
That the day may come 
when you can't feel at all.

Comes a time
when the blindman takes your hand,
says don't you see?
Gotta make it somehow
on the dreams you still believe
don't give it up, you got an empty cup
only love can fill, only love can fill,
only love can fill, only love can fill.


Cosmic Charlie  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Cosmic Charlie how do you do
Truckin' in style along the avenue
Dum de dum de do da lee do
Go on home your mama's calling you.

Kalico, Kalia, come tell me the news
Calamity's waiting for a way to get to her
Rosey 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 on 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 come in as the old ones go
Everything's moving here but much too slowly
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 deep unreal
The very first word is "How do you do?"
The last "Go on home your mama's calling you."

Calling you oo oo oo oo oo
Calling you oo oo oo 
Calling you oo oo oo 
Calling you oo oo oo 

Calling you oo oo oo 
            Go on home your mama's calling you
Calling you oo oo oo 
            Go on home your mama's calling you
Calling you oo oo oo 
            Go on home your mama's calling you
Go on home your mama's calling you


Crazy Fingers  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Your rain falls like crazy fingers
peals of fragile thunder keeping time

Recall the days
that still are to come
some sing blue.

Hang your heart on laughing willow
stray down to the water, deep sea of love

beneath the sweet
calm face of the sea
swift undertow.

Life may be sweeter for this, I don't know
see how it feels in the end.
May Lady Lullaby sing plainly for you
soft, strong, sweet and true.

Cloud hands reaching from a rainbow
tapping at the window, touch your hair

So swift and bright
strange figures of light
float in air.

Who can stop what must arrive now
something new is waiting to be born

Dark as the night
you're still by my side
Shininside.

Gone are the days we stopped to decide
where we should go, we just ride.
Gone are the broken eyes we saw through in dreams
gone, both dream and lie.

Life may be sweeter for this, I don't know
Feels like it might be alright,
While Lady Lullaby sings plainly through you
Love still rings true.

Midnight on a carousel ride
reaching for the gold ring down inside,
Never could reach it, just slips away
When I try.


Cream Puff War   by Jerry Garcia


No, no!  She can't take your mind and leave
I know it's just another trick she's got up her sleeve
I can't believe that she really wants you to die
And your heart is more than enough to pay for your lies

Wait a minute, watch what you're doing with your time
All the others who would jump fast must stay behind, yeah
Wait a minute, watch what you're doing with your time
All the others who would jump fast must stay behind, yeah

Well, can't you see that you're killing each other slow
Well, you're both out on the streets and you got no place to go
Your constant friends are getting to be a bore
So go somewhere else and continue your cream puff war



Cryptical Envelopment   by: Jerry Garcia
   Source: Grateful Dead Anthology


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.
You know he had to die.

And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended,
Their minds remained unbended, he had to die, you know he had to die.
You know he had to die.



Cumberland Blues  by Jerry Garcia, Phil Lesh, and Robert Hunter

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,
I gotta get down to the mi-ine.

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 'til 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,
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 git down to the Cumberland Mine.
Gotta git down to the Cumberland Mine.
That's where I mainly spend my time.
Make good money, five dollars a day.
Make anymore, I might move away.

A lot of poor man got the Cumberland Blues
He can't win for losin'
Lot of poor man got to walk that line
Just to pay their 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.


Dark Star by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


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?



Day Job by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Whether you collect or whether you pay,
You gotta earn that eight hour day.
Whether you like that job or not,
You better keep it on ice 
while you're linin' up a long shot.
	
Which is to say, Hey,
Keep your day job, don't give it away.
Keep your day job, whatever they say.
Keep your day job, til your night job pays.

When the boys study that eight hour day
Never underrate that paycheck power.
Well you know the face on the dollar
Got a thumb to it's nose and a hand on your collar.

Which is to say, Hey,
Keep your day job, whatever they say.
Keep your day job, don't give it away.
Keep your day job, til your night job pays.

Daddy may ride in a Sting Ray 'vette,
Mama may bathe in champagne yet. 
Now the child has got his own stand,
Nine to Five and a place to crash.    
		
Which is to say, Hey,
Keep your day job, don't give it away.
Keep your day job, whatever they say.
Keep your day job, til your night job pays.

Here they come can't forget about me
Ring that bell for whatever its' worth
If you ask me, and you know you don't
Tell you what to do, & I know you won't

Which is to say, Hey,
Keep your day job, whatever they say.
Keep your day job, don't give it away.
Keep your day job, til your night job pays.

         DAYS BETWEEN by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter
         
         There were days
         and there were days
         and there were days between
         Summer flies and August dies
         the world grows dark and mean
         Comes the shimmer of the moon
         on black infested trees
         the singing man is at his song
         the holy on their knees
         the reckless are out wrecking
         the timid plead their pleas
         No one knows much more of this
         than anyone can see anyone can see
         
         There were days
         and there were days
         and there were days besides
         when phantom ships with phantom sails
         set to sea on phantom tides
         Comes the lightning of the sun
         on bright unfocused eyes
         the blue of yet another day
         a springtime wet with sighs
         a hopeful candle lingers
         in the land of lullabies
         where headless horsemen vanish
         with wild and lonely cries lonely cries
         
         There were days
         and there were days
         and there were days I know
         when all we ever wanted
         was to learn and love and grow
         Once we grew into our shoes
         we told them where to go
         walked halfway around the world
         on promise of the glow
         stood upon a mountain top
         walked barefoot in the snow
         gave the best we had to give
         how much we'll never know we'll never know
         
         There were days
         and there were days
         and there were days between
         polished like a golden bowl
         the finest ever seen
         Hearts of Summer held in trust
         still tender, young and green

         left on shelves collecting dust
         not knowing what they mean
         valentines of flesh and blood
         as soft as velveteen
         hoping love would not forsake
         the days that lie between lie between

Day Tripper
By: Lennon and McCartney
Year: 65
Source: sheet music

Got a good reason for taking the easy way out,
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out, now.
She was a Day Tripper, one-way ticket, yeah;
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.

She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there.
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there, now.
She was a Day Tripper, one-way ticket, yeah;
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.

Tried to please her, she only played one-night stand.
Tried to please her, she only played one-night stand, now.
She was a Day Tripper, Sunday driver, yeah;
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.



Deal  by Jerry Garcia, Bill Kreutzmann, and Robert Hunter


Since it costs a lot to win, 
and even more to lose,
you and me bound to spend some time, 
wonderin' what to choose,

Goes to show, you don't ever know,
watch each card you play and play it slow,
Waitin' til that deal come round,
don't you let that deal go down, no, no.

I been gamblin' hereabouts 
for ten good solid years,
if I told ya all that went down, 
it would burn off both of your ears.

Goes to show you don't ever know
watch each card you play and play it slow,
Waitin' til that deal come round,
don't you let that deal go down, no, no.

Since you poured the wine for me
and tightened up my shoes,
I hate to leave you sitting there, 
composing lonesome blues.

Goes to show you don't ever know
watch each card you play and play it slow,
Waitin' til that deal come round,
don't you let that deal go down.
Waitin' til that deal come round,
don't you let that deal go down.
Waitin' til that deal come round,
don't you let that deal go down,
don't you let that deal go down,
don't you let that deal go down.



Dear Mr. Fantasy   by J. Capaldi, S. Winwood, and C. Wood

Dear Mr. Fantasy
Play us a tune
Something to keep us all happy
Do all the thing to take us out of this blue
Sing a song
Play guitar
Make it snappy
	
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad
If it was a straight life you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years.

Dear Mr. Fantasy
Play us a tune
Something to keep us all happy
Do all the thing to take us out of this blue
Sing a song
Play guitar
Make it snappy
	
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad
If it was a straight life you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years.



Death Don't Have No Mercy  by the Reverend Gary Davis


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 the bed this morning,
children find your mother's 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!

Woh! Come to your house,
Y'know it don't stay long,
Y'look in the bed this morning,
children 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 this 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.

Woh! Come to your house,
Y'know it don't stay long,
Y'look in the 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.


Desolation Row  by Bob Dylan

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row

Cinderalla, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You Better leave"
And the only sound thats left, After the ambulences go
Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, 
The stars are beginning to hide
the fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is either making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood, With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago, With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful, As he bummed a cigarette
As he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cynanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough on Desolation Row




Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera, A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the doorknob broke)
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them 
From Desolation Row



Dire Wolf  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


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 whiskey,
I said my pray'rs 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.

In the backwoods of Fennario, 
the black and bloody mire,
the dire wolf collects his due 
while the boys sing round the fire.

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, please don't murder me,
please don't murder me.


Doin' That Rag  by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia

Da da da da da da da da da da da 

Sing in rainbow valley chasing light beams
Everything wanders from baby to Z
Baby baby pretty 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 whine now?
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.
Often cold and dark like a dungeon
Maybe get a little bit dark for the day.

All these tripsters, real cool chicksters
Everyone's doin' that rag.
Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicksters
Everyone's doin' that rag.

You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset.
No one is watchin', a'standing 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.

Wade in the water and you'll never get wet
If you keep on doin' that rag.
Wade in the water and you'll never get wet
If you keep on doin' that rag.

One-eyed jacks and the dueces are wild
And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve.
Come back here baby Louise
And tell me the name of the game that you play.

Is it all fall down? Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down? Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down? Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down? Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down? Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down? Is it all go under?


Dupree's Diamond Blues  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


When I was just a little young boy,
Papa said, "Son, you'll never get far,
I'll tell you the reason if you want to know,
cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go."

Well baby, baby wants a gold diamond ring
Wants it more than most any old thing
Well when I get those jelly roll blues
Why I'd go and get anything in this world for you.

And down to the jewelry store packing a gun,
says, "Wrap it up. I think I'll take this one."
"A thousand dollars please." the jewelry man said,
Dupree he 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 pull that trigger,
and it's no wonder your reason goes bad,
jelly roll will drive you stone mad.

Judge said, "Son, you know it's gonna cost you some time."
Dupree said, "Judge, you know that crossed my mind."
Judge said, "N'fact it's gonna cost you your life."
Dupree he said, "Judge, you know that seems to me to be about right."

Well baby, baby's gonna lose her sweet man,
Dupree come out with a losing hand,
Baby's gonna weep at home for awhile,
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, 
and you got to admit that that sweet, sweet jelly's so good."

Well you know son you just can't figure,
first thing you know you're gonna pull that trigger,
and it's no wonder you reason most bad,
jelly roll will drive you so mad.

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 shiny diamond ring.

Ah oh do do do do do dooo
Do do do da do do do do
Da do do do da da da de
Da do doo doo doo da da da doo


Easy To Love You

Good, good morning, so good to see 
you weren't just a dream of mine
Real as a raven, real as thunder,
 real as the sun shinin'
But still so very undefined
Can't imagine what's behind those sleepy eyes

Little stranger, don't try to hide now
You look so young when you're afraid
There is no danger, but from the devil
He may want you, but I'm in his way

You don't know how easy it is
You don't know how easy it is to love you

And come the moonrise when the dew falls
Don't be the sun that fades away
Don't leave me darkness, she's no lover, she hides the day


Easy Wind  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


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' these 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 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 rivers keep 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, mama, 
out in red on the streets today.
And the rivers keep a talkin',
but you never heard a word it said.


The Eleven  by Phil Lesh and Robert Hunter


No more time to tell how,
this is the season of what,
now is the time of returning
with our thought jewels polished and gleaming.

Now is the time past believing
the child has relinquished the rein,
now is the test of the boomerang
tossed in the night of redeeming.

Eight sided whispering hallelujah hatrack,
seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll,
six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow,
five men writing with fingers of gold,
four men tracking down the geat white sperm whale,
three girls waiting in a foreign dominion 
riding in the whalebelly,
fade away in moonlight, 
sink beneath the waters 
to the coral sands below.


El Paso    by Marty Robbins

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rose's Cantina, Music would play and Felina would whirl.

Black as the night were the eyes of Felina, Wicked and evil while castin' a spell.
My love was strong for this Mexican maiden, I was in love, but in vain I could tell.

One night a wild young cowboy came in, Wild as the West Texas wind. . .
Dashin' and darin', a drink he was sharin', With wicked Felina, the girl that I love.

So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden;
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done.
Many thoughts ran through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.

Out through the back door of Rose's I ran, Out where the horses were tied. . .
I picked a good one; he looked like he could run, Up on his back and away I did ride.

Just as fast as I could from the West Texas town of El Paso,
Out to the badlands of New Mexico.
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless;
Everything's gone in life nothing is left.

But it's been so long since I've seen the young maiden,
My love is stronger than my fear of death.
I saddled up and away I did go, ridin' alone in the dark. . .
Maybe tommorrow a bullet may find me,
Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart.

And at last here I am on the hill overlookin' El Paso,
I can see Rose's Cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward,
Down off the hill to Felina I go.

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys,
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shoutin' and shootin'; I can't let them catch me,
I've got to make it to Rose's back door.

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side. . .
It's getting harder to stay in the saddle.
I'm getting weary, unable to ride.

But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen;
Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle,
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.

From out of nowhere, Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina goodbye.


Estimated Prophet  by Bob Weir and John Barlow


My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices say, and 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, and 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's sure passing slow
Still I know I'll lead the way, they tell me where I'll 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, a prophet on the burning shore
California, and 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.

Now you are all asleep, you would not believe me
And them voices telling me, you will soon receive me
Standing on the beach, the sea will part before me
Fire wheel burning in the air!

And 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 word fills the sky with flame
and might and glory gonna be my name
and they 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's sure passing slow
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no

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

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.


Eyes of the World by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 
  

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,
wonderin' 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 its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings,
the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.
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 its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings,
the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
sometimes we visit your country and live in your homes,
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 its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings,
the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.


Far From Me

You say you want to try again, 
wear it down between the lines
Well, I have a better end in mind 
it doesn't seem to really have you
Close your eyes to see 
though I know you don't mean to be
You are so far from me

There was something I had caught inside 
screaming hard to make it go
And tied me down low, 
it doesn't seem you really have to
Close you eyes to see, 
you've been all you'll be to me
Though I know you don't mean to be, 
it's just too late
And we can't relate at all

This is the last time I wanna say so long
This song is my last song for you
There's just nothing here to hold on to
Baby, nothing to hold on to

Fire On the Mountain  by Mickey Hart and Robert Hunter


Long distance runner, what you standing there for?
Get up, get off, get out of the door
You're playin' cold music on the barroom floor,
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core.

There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town
take a whole pail of water just to cool him down.

Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!

Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat
it takes all you got just to stay on the beat.

You say it's a living, we all gotta eat
but you're here alone, there's no one to compete.

If mercy's a business, I wish it for you
more than just ashes when your dreams come true.

Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!

Long distance runner,what you holding out for?
caught in slow motion in a dash for the door.

The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor
you gave all you had, why you wanna give more?

The more that you give, the more it will take
to the thin line beyond which you really can't fake.

Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Fire! Fire on the mountain!



Foolish Heart by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 

Carve your name, carve your name in ice and wind
Search for where, search for where the rivers end,
Or where the rivers start

Do everything that's in you, you feel to be your part
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Unto a foolish heart

Prepare to leap, leap from ledges high and wild
Learn to speak, speak with wisdom like a child
Directly to the heart
Crown yourself the queen of clowns, or stand way back apart
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Unto a foolish heart

Shun a friend, shun a brother in a bind
Never look, never look around the bend
Or check the weather charts
Sign the Mona Lisa with a spray can, call it art
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Unto a foolish heart

A foolish heart will call on you, to toss your dreams away
Then turn around and blame you, for the way you went astray
A foolish heart will  cause you grief, and often make you curse
A selfish heart is trouble, but a foolish heart is worse

Bite the hand, bite the hand that bakes your bread
Dare to lead where the angels fear to tread
'til you are torn apart
Stoke the fires of Paradise with coals from Hell to start
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Unto a foolish heart


Forever Young  by Bob Dylan

May God bless and keep you always, may your wishes all come true.
May you always do for others and let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young.

Forever young, forever young, may you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous, may you grow up to be true.
May you always know the truth and see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong.
May you stay forever young.

Forever young, forever young, may you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy, may your feet always be swift.
May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful, may your songs always be sung.
May you stay forever young.

Forever young, forever young, may you stay forever young.

France  by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter


Way down in the south of France
all the ladies love to dance
kick their heels up in the air
snap their fingers for romance

All the gentlemen compare
blonde or black or auburn hair
check the motion and the style
ah, you know they take their while

Hey, to make the motion more complete
yeah, to make it more a treat
hope they show us where to go
come on down and see the show

When the rhythm's really right
you can burn it down tonight
when the singing's really fine
sweet as Spanish sherry wine

When the pub can't contain the beat
it just rolls out in the street
spills on down the avenue
bringing dancers to their feet.

When it's good as it can be
it gets better when they sing
oh, these folks don't never sleep
till they're passed out in the street

Way down in the south of France
all the ladies love to dance
clap their hands and walk on air
yeah, the feeling's really there
won't you take a little taste
raise it to your charming face?

When the rhythm's really right
you can burn it down tonight
when the singing's really fine
sweet as Spanish sherry wine

Go on take a chance
the ladies do love to dance.


Franklin's Tower (Roll Away the Dew)  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


In another time's forgotten space
your eyes looked from your mother's face,
wildflower seed on sand and stone
may the four winds blow you safely home.

Roll away the dew, roll away the dew
Roll away the dew, roll away the dew

I'll tell you where the four winds dwell,
In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell,
It can ring -- turn night to day
It can ring like fire when you lose your way.

Roll away the dew, roll away the dew
Roll away the dew, roll away the dew

God save the child that rings that bell,
It may have one good ring, baby you can't tell,
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused listen to the music play

Some come to laugh their past away
Some come to make it just one more day;
Whichever way your pleasure tends
If you plant ice, you're gonna harvest wind

Roll away the dew, roll away the dew
Roll away the dew, roll away the dew

In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep,
Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep,
Wildflower seeds in the sand and wind
May the four winds blow you home again

Roll away the dew, roll away the dew
Roll away the dew, you better roll away the dew
Roll away the dew, you better roll away the dew --roll away!
Roll away the dew, you better roll away the dew --roll away!
Roll away the dew, roll away the dew --roll away!
Roll away the dew, roll away the dew 


Friend of the Devil  by Jerry Garcia,Jim Dawson,and Robert Hunter 8/74

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

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

I ran down to the levee, but the Devil caught me there;
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.
I get home before daylight, 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.
Second one is prison, baby, 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.
First one say she's got my child, but then it don't look like me.

Set out runnin', but I take my time.
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine.
I get home before daylight, 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.
Second one is prison, baby, 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.
First one say she's got my child, but then it don't look like me.

Set out runnin', but I take my time.
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine.
I get home before daylight, just might get some sleep tonight.


From the Heart of Me  by Donna Godchaux


Voices slide down off the mountain
sunlight turning red
falls on the earth and it spreads
even the families lower their heads
as they ride.

Age old faces of the mountains
looming naturally
I wonder if they're looking at me
their monumental eyes
I can feel.

In the glow of the twilight
the thought of home
reminds me now I'm reaching out to you
anything I can do to be safe and warm
in your arms.

All I have from the heart of you.

I'd met you anywhere in the country
or anywhere on the sea
all over the world it could be
I would follow you with the heart of me.

Love calls echo in the valley
dream come true tonight
remembering you hold me tight
in tomorrow morning's light
I will find you.

When I awoke the stars were out
and shining, shining for you and me
All I ever wanna be is safe and warm in your arms
All I have, from the heart of me
All I have, from the heart of me
All I have, from the heart of me
All I have, from the heart of me