Gamorrah  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Just a song of Gamorrah
I wonder what they did bad
must of been a bad thing
to get shot down for

Wonder how they blew it up
or if they burned it down
get out get out Mr. Lot 
don't you look around

Who gave you your orders 
someone from the sky
I heard a voice inside my head
and the desert wind so dry

I heard a voice tellin me to flee
very same voice I always believe
said a lot of troubles comming
but it don't have to come to you

I'm telling you so you can tell
the rest what you've been through

Don't you turn around no
don't look after you
its not your business how its done
you luckey to get through

Your a good upstanding man
a credit to the flock
if you don't face straight ahead
you could not take the shock

Blew the city off the map
left nothing there but fire
the wife of Lot got turned to salt
because she looked behind her

because she looked behind her
because she looked behind her
because she looked behind her
Because she looked behind her
Because she looked behind her


Gentlemen, Start Your Engines by Brent Mydland
as sung  February 23, 1988

It's three AM in the combat zone.
Gentlemen start your engines!
They can close this bar, but baby I ain't going.
Gentlemen start your engines!
If you lock up the whiskey, give me gasoline.
I got a seven grand redline on the black machine.
The dead can do my sleepin', if you know what I mean.
Gentlemen start your engines!
Ge-Ge-Ge-Gentlemen start your engines!
Gentlemen start, Gentlemen start , Ge-Ge-Ge-Gentlemen start your engines!

Got a little girl here in a pinafore dress.
Gentlemen start your engines!
She's got more tricks than you can guess.
Gentlemen start your engines!
It's dark outside, but it's darker within.
Check the back of my jacket just to see my grin.
They don't write poems about the state that I'm in.
Gentlemen start your engines!
Ge-Ge-Ge-Gentlemen start your engines!
Gentlemen start, Gentlemen start , Ge-Ge-Ge-Gentlemen start your engines!

One of these days I've gonna pull myself together.
Soon as I finish tearin' myself apart
Like the Devil's Mustangs, I've been ridden hell for leather,
Put away wet and angry in the dark.

When the police come you better let 'em in,
Gentlemen start your engines!
Don't forget to tell 'em what a sport I've been.
Gentlemen start your engines!
I got a head full of vintage TNT,
They're gonna blow me up 'stead of burying me.
If you're lookin' for trouble, come  and sit with me.
Gentlemen start your engines!
Ge-Ge-Ge-Gentlemen start your engines!
Gentlemen start, Gentlemen start , Ge-Ge-Ge-Gentlemen start your engines!

One of these days I've gonna pull myself together.
Soon as I finish tearin' myself apart
Let me tell you, honey, there's some mighty stormy weather
Howlin' round the caverns of my heart.



Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad  trad.  arr. by Grateful Dead

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
I don't want to be treated this a away.

Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.
Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.
Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.
I don't want to be treated this a away.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
I don't want to be treated this a away.

Goin' where the water tastes like wine.
Goin' where the water tastes like wine.
Goin' where the water tastes like wine.
I don't want to be treated this a away.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
I don't want to be treated this a away.


The Golden Road (to unlimited devotion) by The Grateful Dead

See that girl, barefootin' along,
Whistlin' and singin', she's a carryin' on.
There's laughing in her eyes, dancing in her feet,
She's a neon-bright fire and she can live on the street.

Hey hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.
Yeh hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.

Well everybody's dancin' in a ray of bright sun;
Nobody's finished, we ain't even begun.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat.
Shine your wings and fly me out where it's at.

Hey hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.
Yeh hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.

Take a vacation, fall out for a while.
Summer's coming in, winter's goin' out in style
Well, light out smokin', honey, have yourself a ball
'Cause your mama's gone to Memphis, she won't be back 'til the fall.

Hey hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.
Yeh hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.
Hey hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.
Yeh hey, hey, hey in every way;
I'm a comin', uhuh honey, every day.


Good Lovin'  by Rudy Clark and Arthur Resnick

Well, I was feelin' so bad,
asked my family doctor 'bout what I had,
I said "Doctor, Mister M. D.,
can you tell me, what's ailin' me?"

He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
All you need, all you really need:  good lovin'
Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin')
Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin')
A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'

So come on baby, squeeze me tight
don't you want your Daddy to be all right?
I said baby, now it's for sure,
I've got the fever, you got the cure.

She said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
All you need, all you really need: good lovin'
Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin')
Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin')
A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'
Hey, got to have lovin' (good lovin')
well, you got to have lovin' (good lovin')
Come on now give me good lovin' (good lovin')

Well, I was feelin' sort of bad now, asked my family doctor 'bout what I had,
I said "Doctor, Mister M. D., can you tell me, what's ailin' me?"

He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
All you need, all you really need: good lovin'
Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin')
Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin')
Give me, give me, give me some lovin' (good lovin')
Woh-oh, got to have lovin'
Yeah, just a little lovin' going to make you feel alright
Say alright, so come on and help me say it now: Got to have lovin'!

Give me some lovin', Got to have lovin'
Some bit of good lovin', Got to have lovin'
Come on now, turn on your light, Got to have lovin'
Got to have lovin' Got to have lovin'

Come on now, everybody get right, (got to have lovin')
You may be weak or you may be blind (got to have lovin')
But even a blind man knows when the sun is shining (got to have lovin')
So turn it on now (got to have lovin')
turn on, turn on your light (got to have lovin')

Give me, give me, give me some lovin' (good lovin')
Hey now, you got to have lovin' (good lovin')
You need it, I need it, well you got to have lovin' (good lovin')
Say it again now: Good Lovin'

Well turn on your light, you won't regret it (good lovin')
You got to go for the good and get it (good lovin')
Everybody, they got to have lovin' (good lovin')
Hey now, you got to have lovin'


Good Morning Little Schoolgirl   by H. G. Demarais

Good morning little schoolgirl
Can I come home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa
I'm a little schoolboy too.

Come on now pretty baby, I just can't help myself
You're so young and pretty, I don't need nobody else

Good morning little schoolgirl
Can I come home with you?
Don't you hear me crying? Oww hey ooee

I'm gonna leave you baby, About the break of day
On account of the way you treat me, I got to stay away

Come on now pretty baby
Darling come on home
You know I love you baby
I got to get you all alone

Good morning little schoolgirl, Can I come home with you?
Can't you hear me crying? Oww hey ooee

I'm gonna buy me an airplane
Fly all over your town
Tell everybody baby
Lord, know you're fine

Come on now pretty baby
Now, I just can't help myself
You're so young and pretty
I don't need nobody else

Good morning little schoolgirl, Can I come home with you?
Can't you hear me crying? Oww hey ooee
Good morning little schoolgirl, Can I come home with you?
Good morning little schoolgirl, Can I come home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa
I'm a schoolboy too.  I'm a schoolboy too.
Hey, I'm a schoolboy too.

I want to be your chauffer, I want to ride your little machine
I want to be your chauffer, I want to ride your little machine

I want to put a tiger, baby
I want to put a tiger, baby
I want to put a tiger, baby
Hey, in your sweet little tank.

Hey, baby now yes I do, Ha, yes I do, Hey I got to
Hey I got to come on home with you
Tell your mama, tell your papa
Tell your mama and your papa
Hey, I'm a schoolboy too, Hey, Hey, I'm a schoolboy too
Ha oww, I'm a schoolboy too
Ow, I wanna keep your company
Hey, I wanna keep your company


Greatest Story Ever Told  by Bob Weir, Mickey Hart, and Robert Hunter


Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs was jinglin', the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
I asked him to come on in out of the cold

His brain was boilin', his reason was spent
If nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent
I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun
Now and again these things just got to be done

Abraham and Isaac sittin' on a fence
You'd get right to work if you had any sense
You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench

Gideon come in with his eyes on the floor
Said "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door"
then Moses stood up, a full six foot ten,
Said "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in"

I asked him for water, he poured me some wine
We finished the bottle and broke into mine
You did what you come for, you're ready to go
And it's one in ten thousand they come for the show

Abraham and Isaac diggin' on a well
Mama come quick with the water-witch spell
Cool clear water, well you can't ever tell

Moses come riding up on a quasar,
Spurs were jingling, the door was ajar,
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold,
I asked him to come on in out of the cold.



	Hell In A Bucket  By Bob Weir and John Barlow

Well, I was drinkin' last night with a biker,
and I showed him a picture of you.
I said "Pal, get to know her, you'll like her."
Seemed like the least I could do.
'cause when he's chargin' his chopper
up and down your carpeted halls
you won't think how I dress improper,
never mind how I stumble and fall
never mind how I stumble and fall.

You imagine my sippin'
champange from your boot
for a taste of your elegant pride.
May be goin' to Hell in a bucket babe,
but at least I'm enjoyin' the ride.
At least I'm enjoyin' the ride.
Hey! At least I'm enjoyin' the ride.

Oh, you sweet little soft core pretender.
Somehow baby got hard as it gets
with her black leather clothes, black suspenders,
and her chair and her whip and her pets.
	
But we know you're the reincarnation
of the ravenous Catherine the Great.
And we know how you love your ovations,
and the z-rated scenes you create.
Z-rated scenes you create.

You imagine my sippin'
champange from your boot
for a taste of your elegant pride.
May be goin' to Hell in a bucket babe,
but at least I'm enjoyin' the ride.
At least I'm enjoyin' the ride. Hey! At least I'm enjoyin' the ride.

You analyse me, attempt to despise me,
you laugh when I stumble and fall.
There may come a day I will dance on your grave.
If unable to dance I will crawl across it.
Unable to dance, I will crawl. Hey! Unable to dance, I'll crawl.

You must really consider the circus,
'cause it just might be your kind of zoo.
I can't think of a place that's more perfect
for a person as perfect as you.
And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely,
'cause I wouldn't know where to begin,
but I know that you'll think of me only 
when the snakes come marchin' in, when the snakes come marchin' in.

You imagine my sippin'
champange from your boot
for a taste of your elegant ride.
May be goin' to Hell in a bucket babe,
but at least I'm enjoyin' the ride. At least I'm enjoyin' the ride.
Ride, ride, ride, At least I'm enjoyin' the ride.



Help On the Way  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Paradise waits
on the crest of a wave
her angels in flame

She has no pain
like a child she is pure
She is not to blame

poised for flight
wing spread
bright spring from
night into
the sun

don't stop to run
she can fly like a lie she
can't be outdone

tell me the cost
I can pay
let me go
tell me love is not lost
sell everything
without love day to day
insanity is king

I will pay day by day anyway
Lock bolt and key

Crippled but free
I was blind all the time
I was learning to see

Help on the way
Well, I know only this
I've got you today
Don't fly away
cause I love what I love
and I want it that way

I will stay one more day
Like I say, honey it's you
making it too
without love in the dream
it'll never come true


Here Comes Sunshine by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 


Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty nights,
get out the pans, don't you stand there dreamin'
get out the way
get out the way,

Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.

Line up a long shot
maybe try it two times, maybe more,
good to know you got shoes to wear
when you find the floor,
why hold out for more?

Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.

Asking you nice now, keep the mother rollin'
one more time,
been down before,
you just don't have to go no more, no more.

Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.


He's Gone by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb
You know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I said,
Steal your face right off your head.

Now he's gone, now he's gone
Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track
He's gone, he's gone
Nothin's gonna bring him back
He's gone.

Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride,
Hot as a pistol but cool inside.
Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a bind,
Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile.

Now he's gone, now he's gone
Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track
He's gone, he's gone
Nothin's gonna bring him back
He's gone.

Going where the wind don't blow so strange,
Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.
Lost one round but the price wasn't anything,
A knife in the back and more of the same.

Same old rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb
you know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I say
Steal your face right off your head.

Now he's gone, now he's gone
Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track
He's gone, he's gone
Nothin's gonna bring him back
He's gone.

Ohoo nothin's gonna bring him back
Ohoo nothin's gonna bring him back
Ohoo nothin's gonna bring him back
Ohoo nothin's gonna bring him back.


High Time  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


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, 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, 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 I know what I'm saying.

I could show you a high time, living the good life, 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, well I know.


Hurts Me Too  by Elmore James


You said you was hurtin', 
almost lost your mind;
'Cause the man you love
hurt you all the time.

But when things go wrong, 
wrong with you,
It hurts me too.

You love him a little more, 
when you should love him less.
Why pick up behind him 
and take his best?

'Cause when things go wrong, 
wrong with you..
It hurts me too.

You love another man; 
little girl you know you know I love you.
But you love him darlin', 
stick to him just about like glue.

But when things go wrong, 
wrong with you...
It hurts me too.

Well, he better leave you, 
or you best put it down.
'Cause you know, I just can't stand to see, 
see you pushed around.

'Cause when things go wrong, 
wrong with you...
It hurts me too.


If I Had the World To Give  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


If I had the world to give
I'd give it to you
long as you live, would you let it fall
or hold it all in your arms?

If I had a song to sing
I'd sing it to you
as long as you live, lullabye
or maybe a plain sereade
wouldn't you laugh, dance, and cry or be afraid
at the trade you made

I may not have the world to give to you
but maybe I have a tune or two
only if you let me be your world
would I ever give this world to you,
could I ever give this world to you.

But I will give what love I have to give,
I will give what love I have to give,
I will give what love I have to give,
long as I live.

If I had a star to give
I'd give it to you
long as you live, would you have the time
to watch it shine, watch it shine
or ask for the moon and heaven too,
I'd give it to you.

Maybe I've got no star to spare
or anything fine or even rare
only if you let me be your world
would I ever give this world to you,
could I ever give this world to you.


I Know You Rider   trad. arranged by the Grateful Dead 


I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rollin' in your arms.

Lay down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;
Lay down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;
My mind was wanderin' like the wild geese in the West.

The sun will shine in my back door someday.
The sun will shine in my back door someday.
March winds will blow all my troubles away.

I wish I was a headlight, on a North-bound train.
I wish I was a headlight, on a North-bound train.
I'd shine my light through the cool Colorado rain.

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rollin' in your arms.

I'd rather drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log.
I'd rather drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log.
Than stay here in Frisco, be treated like a dog.

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone, gone, gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone, gone, gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rollin' in your arms.

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rollin' in your arms.



I'll Take a Melody  by Allen Toussaint


I've seen the rain pouring down
The sky was grey with a speck of blue
Peek through a hole in the clouds
The sun was screaming, "Hey, you!"

As you ramble through your sorrow
Seem like everything come out wrong
I'm living in yesterday's tomorrows
I know something's helping me along

I'll take a melody
and see what I can do about it.
I'll take a simple C to G
and feel brand new about it.

I understand why the old fishermen
sail along, sail along, sail along, sail along, sail along,
someday he'll be gone.

I hear you talking about your troubles
Everybody's got their troubles too
You can make them burst like bubbles
If you know just what to do

You know I've been called a dreamer
Dreams that never come true
But I've been called so many things before
Tell you what I'm gonna do

I'll take a melody
and see what I can do about it.
I'll take a simple C to G
and feel brand new about it.

I understand why the old fishermen
sail along, sail along, sail along, sail along, sail along,
someday he'll be gone.

I'll take a melody
and see what I can do about it.
I'll take a simple C to G
and feel brand new about it.

Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining,

Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining,

Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining,

Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining.


I Second That Emotion

Maybe you like to give a kiss so sweet
Only for one night you belong to me
Maybe you go away and drive a car
But the taste of wine is worse than none at all

In that case I don't want no part
That would only break my heart
Well, if you feel like loving me and if you got the notion
I second that emotion

Maybe you think that love would tie you down
You ain't got the time to hang around
Maybe you think that love would make you a fool
So it makes you wise to break the rule

In that case I don't want no part
That would only break my heart
Well, if you feel like loving me and if you got that notion
I second that emotion
Well, if you feel like giving me a lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion.


It Doesn't Matter  by Brent Mydland
as sung Sunday, January 22, 1989

Finished up my masterpiece, gave it to the thought-police.
Wanta two-way ticket for a one-way ride.
Nothing lasts nor ever will
You get born, then you're over the hill
Try you might, but no one's leavin' alive.

They say what goes up will always come back down.
Looks to me like it just goes around and around and around.

It doesn't matter.        Doesn't matter.
It's alright.        It's alright.
The Universe is workin' fine tonight.
It doesn't matter.        Doesn't matter.
It's OK whatever comes to pass, will just pass right on away.

The future is a sea of dreams, the past a pack of lies it seems.
Walk in glory or crawl to fame, I only own the surrounding minute
Borrowin' everything that's in it.
Step out on the stage and lose your name.

They say what goes out will always come back in
I don't know,  I just like to watch it spin and spin and spin.

It doesn't matter.        Doesn't matter.
Have a little faith. I burn my maps so I can navigate
It doesn't matter        Doesn't matter.
Have a little hope. You can't see tomorrow with a telescope.

We tear down nations with fits and rages
For a paragraph on history's pages.
See those towers in the desert, torn in half.
Whenever you mention Destiny, you better get rid of that capital D.
Whenever Man plans, it makes God laugh.

Where all this is heading, I can't even guess.
I close my eyes and I just say "yes,"
I say "yes,  yes, yes."
 
It doesn't matter.        Doesn't matter.
Gotta be here now. Gotta learn to live in the present somehow.
It doesn't matter.        Doesn't matter.
Your big designs look mighty damned small
In the endless halls of time



I Need a Miracle  by Bob Weir


I need a woman 'bout twice my age
a lady of nobility, gentility and rage
splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw
we'll go right through the book and break each and every law

I got a feeling and it won't go away, oh no
just one thing then I'll be ok
I need a miracle every day.

I need a woman 'bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-tressed, a goddess of the night
Her secret incantations, a candle burning blue
we'll consult the spirits maybe they'll know what to do.

And it's real and it won't go away, oh no
I can't get around and I can't run away
I need a miracle every day.

I need a woman 'bout twice my weight
a ton of fun who packs a gun with all her other freight
find her in a sideshow, leave her in L.A.
Ride her like a surfer running on a tidal wave.

And it's real, believe what I say, yeah
just one thing I got to say
I need a miracle every day.

It takes dynamite to get me up
too much of everything is just enough
one more thing I just got to say
I need a miracle every day,
I need a miracle every day,
I need a miracle every day, (got to be the only way)
I need a miracle



It Is What It Is   by Brent Mydland
as sung Thursday, February 9, 1989

It's a cobbled dance that no one planned, least of all the dancer,
A crap shoot dream you summon from the corner of one eye.
If you need an explanation, there's a quick and easy answer,
Stop thinking for a moment and give this one a try:

Just say:
It is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is,
Hey, it is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is,
It is what it is, What it might have been, it isn't.

An infinity of mornings, And only one shines through.
It is what it is, Gonna grab the day we're given
Cause it is what it is, And what it is will have to do.

You stop waiting for the check to come, the postman's on vacation,
Take a job that starts at midnight, give completely up on luck.
A scientologist comes knocking, When you move to battle stations,
He says  "Wait, my name's Mark Anthony, and here's your million bucks."

Oh well,
It is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is,
Hey, it is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is,
It is what it is, What you had in mind, it won't be

Despite your great endeavors The prize comes free to you.
It is what it is, If you feel surprised, then don't be,
Cause it is what it is, And what it is will have to do.

Animals eat animals, Creation eats the winner.
Fall down to the beetles and start back up again.
It's a  long way up the chain of life, Not easy  for beginners
You'll find that it's no easier for elephants or men.

But hey,
It is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is,
Hey, it is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is,
What it might have been, it isn't.

An infinity of mornings, And only one shines through.
It is what it is, Gonna grab the day we're given
Cause it is what it is, And what it is will have to do.



It Must Have Been the Roses  by Robert Hunter


Annie laid her head down in the roses,
she had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
all I know I could not leave her there.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
the roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
all I know, I could not leave her there.

Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,
thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company,
if I tell another what your own lips told to me,
let me lay neath the roses, let my eyes no longer see.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
the roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
all I know, I could not leave her there.

One pane of glass in the window,
no one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
and it's strange how no one comes round anymore.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
the roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
all I know, I could not leave her there.

Annie laid her head down in the roses,
she had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
all I know I could not leave her there.


It's All Over Now (Baby Blue)  by Bob Dylan

You must leave, now take what you need you think will last
Whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun;
He is crying like a fire in the sun.

Look out; all those saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue,
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty handed painter from your street
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.

The sky too is folding under you,
And it's all over now Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty-handed armies are going home.
Your lover who has just walked out your door
has taken all his blankets off the floor.

The carpet too is moving under you,
And it's all over now Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something calls for you
Forget about the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes you once wore.

Strike another match, go start anew,
And it's all over now Baby Blue,
And it's all over now Baby Blue,
And it's all over now Baby Blue.


I've Been All Around the World  trad. arranged by the Grateful Dead


Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh Lord,  I been all around this world.

Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door.
Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door.
Before I have to walk in with my old 'forty-four.
Oh Lord,  I been all around this world.

Momma and Poppa, little sister makes three.
Momma and Poppa, little sister makes three.
They're comin' in the mornin'; that's the last you'll see of me.
Oh Lord,  I been all around this world.

Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone.
I wouldn't mind your hangin', boys, but you wait in jail so long.
Oh Lord,  I been all around this world.

Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh Lord,  I been all around this world.



I Will Take You Home  By Brent Mydland and John Barlow

Little girl lost in a forest of dreams.
It's a dark old wood and it's damp with dew.
Hoot owl hoots for a moment it seems
Something big and cold has got ahold of you.

Just when everything gets scary,
Daddy's come 'round for his darlin' again.
Hold my hand with your little fingers.
Daddy's loving arms are gonna gather you in.

Ain't no way the Bogeyman can get you,
You can close your eyes, the world is gonna let you,
Your daddy's here and he never will forget you,
I will take you home.
I will take you home.
Gonna carry you back home in my arms.
I will take you home.

Long is the road we will travel on down.
Short are the legs that will struggle behind.
I wish I  knew for sure just where we were bound,
What we will be doin' and what we're gonna find.

Wherever we go, there will be birds to cheer you
Flowers to color in the fields around.
Wherever we go, I'll be right here near you
You can't get lost when you're always found.
 
Ain't no fog that's thick enough to hide you
Your daddy's gonna be right here beside you
If your fears should start to get inside you.
I will take you home.
I will take you home.
Gonna carry you back home in my arms.
I will take you home.




Jack-A-Roe  traditional, arranged by the Grateful Dead


There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you we'll tell
Oh the truth to you we'll tell

She had sweethearts a plenty, and men of high degree
But none but Jack the sailor, her true love ever be
Oh her true love ever be

Jackie's gone a sailing, with trouble on his mind
He's left his native country and his darling girl behind
Oh his darling girl behind

She went down to a tailor shop and dressed in man's array
She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away
Oh convey herself away

Before you get on board sir, your name we'd like to know
She smiled on her countenance, they called her Jack-A-Roe
Oh they called her Jack-A-Roe

I see your waist is slender, your fingers they are small
Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball
Oh to face the cannonball

I know my waist's too slender, my fingers they are small
but it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall
Oh to see ten thousand fall

The war soon being over she went and looked around
among the dead and wounded her darling boy she found
Oh her darling boy she found

She picked him up on in her arms and carried to the town
she sent for a physician to quickly heal his wounds
Oh to quickly heal his wounds

This couple they got married so well they did agree
This couple they got married so why not you and me?
Oh why not you and me?
Oh why not you and me?



Jack of Roses  By Robert Hunter

What makes your sweet breast heave my dear,
your bright eyes fill with tears?
Jack of Roses leave you here, these seven lonely years?

Had you feared he might be dead?
Unwept in some far land.
Or worse, that love itself had fled,
betrayed both heart and hand?

Jack of Roses with a fan, East of Eden turn.
Build his castles in the sand, and all their bridges burned.

Wait for him.
Don't Take no other, no demon lover,
who'll be gone at dawn.

Did you through your fan too far this time?
Well, well, well.
From the lions den to the morning star,
to the gates of hell.

The morning star rose into Hell, three days to shine on Moses,
from his solitary cell, to free the Jack of Roses.

Jack sprang to his saddle, the bridel strands of lightning.
Ride, ride, ride, though tempests howl cruelly and most frightning.

At the dawn fair Terrapin rose like revelation.
The morning star reflected in the windows of Terrapin Station.

Terrapin
If anyone should ask of you who made this song
say the Jack of Roses and all will play along.

Rise, climb, fall to win. Terrapin

What have we to lose from love, except what lacks foundation?
Words can only calm the space we fill with expectation.

The lions den lies far behind, visions of the damned.
Jack or Roses one more time, my lady here's your fan.

Terrapin
Let me rise,let me fall,
let me climb, let me crawl, but let me in.

Accept this fan as a token of what
I meant to do, for I really do love you.

(Terrapin Station as sung by the Dead follows)



Jack Straw by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter


We can share the women, we can share the wine.
We can share what we got of yours cause we done shared all of mine.
Keep on rollin' , justa mile to go;
Keep on rollin', my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.

I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
Took his rings, four bucks in change.  Ain't that heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.

We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
And once for sport and once for blood at the point of a knife.
And now the die is shakin', now the die must fall.
There ain't no winner in the game, he don't go home with all.
Not with all.
 
Leaving Texas, fourth day of July,
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles fill the sky.
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Sante Fe,
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.

Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride,
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride,
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon, will keep him from the sun,
Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.

Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down,
He dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.
Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light,
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow

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


Johnny B. Goode   by Chuck Berry

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the pines 'mong 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 rythmn 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 momma told him "Someday you will be a man."
"You will be the leader of a big old band
There'll be people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode Tonight'."

Go go, go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny B. Goode.




Johnny Too Bad

The credits on Harder They Come show it as being done by "The Slickers".
See Taj Mahal album?


Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Walking down the road with a ratchet in your waist
Johnny you're too bad

You're just robbing and stabbing and looting and shooting
Now you're too bad
You're just robbing and stabbing and looting and shooting
Now you're too bad

One of these days when you hear a voice say come
Where you gonna run to 
One of these days when you hear a voice say come
Where you gonna run to

You gonna run to the rock for rescue
There will be no rock
You gonna run to the rock for rescue
There will be no rock




Lady Of Carlisle   (from Folksinger's Wordbook)

Down in Carlisle there lived a lady,
Being most beautiful and gay;
She was determined to live a lady,
No man on earth could her betray.

Unless it were a man of honor,
A man of honor and high degree;
And then approached two loving soldiers,
This fair lady for to see.

One being a brave lieutenant,
A brave lieutenant and a man of war;
The other being a brave sea captain,
Captain of the ship that come from far.

Then up spoke this fair young lady,
Saying "I can't be but one man's bride;
But if you'll come back tomorrow morning,
On this case we will decide."

She ordered her a span of horses,
A span of horses at her command;
And down the read these three did travel
Till they come to the lion' den.

There she stopped and there she halted,
These two soldiers stood gazing around;
And for the space of half an hour,
This young lady lies speechless on the ground.

And when she did recover,
Threw her fan down in the lions' den;
Saying, "Which of you to gain a lady
Will return her fan again?"

Then up spoke the brave lieutenant,
Raised his voice both loud and clear,
Saying "You know I am a dear lover of women,
But I will not give my life for love."

Then up spoke this brave sea captain,
He raised his voice both loud and high,
Saying, "You know I am a dear lover of women,
I will return her fan or die."

Down in the lion' den, he boldly entered,
The lions being both wild and fierce;
He marched around and in among them,
Safely returned her fan again.

And when she saw her true lover coming,
Seeing no harm had been done to him,
She threw herself against his bosom,
Saying, "Her is the prize that you have won."



Lazy Lightning  by Bob Weir and John Barlow

Lazy lightning sleepy fire in your eyes
It's like desire in disguise
I keep on tryin' but I, I can't get through

Lazy lightning, I'd like to find the proper potion
That's gonna capture your emotion
You're right beside me but I, I can't get through

You're a loop of lazy lightning, Just a loop of lazy lightning,
Must admit you're kinda frightning
But you really get me high

So exciting, when I hear your velvet thunder,
Seems one day I start to wonder
Would you come closer if I, if I asked you to?

So inviting, the way you're messing with my reason
It's an exception but it's pleasing
Tell me a lie and I will swear, I'll swear it's true.

You're a loop of lazy lightning (Lazy lightning)
Just a loop of lazy lightning (Lazy lightning)
Must admit you're kinda frightning
Just a loop of lazy lightning
Put the fire in my eyes (Lightning)
Put the fire every time (Lightning)
Put the fire in my heart (Lightning)
Well come on lazy lightning.
Just a loop of lazy lightning

Misty lightning, well you always electrify me
Someday I know you'll satisfy me
And all that lightning will be my lightning too.
My lightning too. (My lightning too)

Just a loop of lazy lightning (My lightning too)
My lightning too (My lightning too)
Just a loop of lazy lightning (My lightning too)
My lightning too (My lightning too)
Oh come on lazy lightning (My lightning too)

Well, dizzy ain't the word for the way that you're making me feel now
Well, I need some indication, girl, if all of this is real now
Tell me girl now

Well, I've heard it said there's something wrong in my head, now
Got to help me, girl, now
Could it be infatuation or am I just being misled now?

Little bolt of inspiration, Way you strike me now
She's back in my imagination, got the lightning now
Cause me such excitation, got the lightning now
'Bout to end my suffocation, come on strike me now

Little bolt of inspiration, Way you strike me now
She's back in my imagination
Lazy River Road by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Way down upon Sycamore Slough
a white man sings the blues
selling roses of paper mache
with flecks of starlight dew
I swiped a bunch and threw it your way
where hazy moonlight glowed
Way down, down along Lazy River Road

Way down upon Shadowfall Ward
End of the avenue
Run, hide, seek in your own backyard
Mama's backyard won't do
All night long I sang Love's Sweet Song 
down where the water flowed
Way down, down along Lazy River Road

Moonlight wails as hound dogs bay 
but never quite catch the tune
Stars fall down in buckets like rain
till there ain't no standin' room
Bright blue boxcars train by train
clatter while dreams unfold
Way down, down along Lazy River Road

Way down upon Seminole Square
belly of the river tide
call for me and I will be there
for the price of the taxi ride
Night time double-clutches into today
like a truck downshifting its load
Way down, down along Lazy River Road

Thread the needle 
right through the eye
The thread that runs so true
All the others I let pass by
I only wanted you
Never cared for careless love
but how your bright eyes glowed
Way down, down along Lazy River Road

Let Me Sing Your Blues Away  by Robert Hunter and Keith Godchaux


Gonna hop in the hack and turn on the key,
pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free,
not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day,
push in the button, let the top ten play.

Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.

Give me a little of that old time love,
cause I ain't never had near enough.
Honey, walk that walk with style and grace,
this ain't no knock-down drag-out race.

It don't matter much, pick any gear,
grind you a valve and drop the rear.
Baby, baby what can I say,
I'm here to drive those blues away.

I sent a letter to a man I know,
said, "One for the money, two for the show."
Wait all summer for his reply
said, "Three to get ready and four to fly."

Only two things in the world I love,
that's rock 'n roll and my turtle dove.
When I was a young man I needed good luck,
but I'm a little bit older now and I know my stuff.

Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.

Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.


Lindy  by ???

I know they're gonna run take me
When they get across the sea
Ever' chance, those women; Watch-it's amazing
It's all safe and now sugar baby

Oh Mama, don't you weep and moan,
Uncle Sam got your man and gone.
Now then they're doin' the Lyndon Bird across the sea.

Oh Mama, how can it be,
You went way across the sea
Just to keep from doing that Lyndon fight with me
Oh baby, well I done just told'ja now

Oh Mama, don't you weep and moan,
Uncle Sam got your man and gone.
Now then they're doin' the Lyndon fight across the sea.

I asked her for a piece of banana;
She said, "Let me play the blues on your piano
And then I'll do that Lyndon thing with you."
Mary had a dream about a submarine.

I asked her for a glass of payolla;
She said "Let me play the blues on your Victrola,
And then I'll do that Lyndon fight with you."



 
A Little Light By Brent Mydland and John Barlow


Well, there ain't nobody safer than someone who doesn't care.
And it isn't even lonely when no one's ever there.
I had a lot of dreams once, but some of them came true...
The honey's sometimes bitter when fortune falls on you.

So you know I've been a soldier in the armies of the night.
And I'll find the fatal error in what's otherwise alright.
But here you're trembling like a sparrow, I will try with all my might
To give you just a little sweetness...
Just a little sweetness...
Just a little light.

I have always heard that virtue ought to be its own reward,
But it never comes so easy when you're living by the sword.
It's even harder to be heartless when you look at me that way.
You're as mighty as the flower that will grow the stones away.

Even though I been a stranger, full of irony and spite
Holding little but contempt for all things beautiful and bright,
Something shines around you and it seems, to my delight
To give me just a little sweetness...
Just a little light.

Bridge:
It could be just another highway coiled up in the night.
You could be just another white tail, baby, stranded on my brights
There's a tingling recognition
Like the sound of distant thunder
And I begin to wonder
If the love I've driven under
Won't ignite.

So you know I've been a soldier in the armies of the night.
And I'll find the fatal error in what's otherwise alright.
But something shines around you and it seems to my delight
To give me just a little sweetness...
Just a little light.




Little REd Rooster  by Willie Dixon

Well, I got a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
Well I got a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
Keeps everything in the barnyard
Upset and ready to lay

When the dogs begin to bark
Hounds begin to howl
When the dogs begin to bark
Hounds begin to howl 
Oh watch out strange kin people
The Red Rooster's on the prowl

If you see my little red rooster
Please drive him home 
Well, if you see my little red rooster
Please drive him home 
Been no peace in the barnyard
Since the little red rooster's been gone

  (Hey little red rooster
   You ain't shit to me
   You think you're a stud, boy
   I doubt you'll ever be
   While you're away I'm gonna fuck with your henhouse
   I'm just being neighborly)

I got a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
Oh I got a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
Keeps everything in the barnyard
Upset and ready to lay.




Looks Like Rain  by Bob Weir and John Barlow

I woke today, felt your side of bed
The covers were still warm where you'd been laying.
You were gone, my heart was filled with dread,
You might not be sleeping here again.

It's alright, I love you,
That's not going to change
Run me round
Make me hurt again and again.
But I'll still sing you love songs,
Written in the letters of your name,
And pray the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.

Did you ever waken to the sound
Of street cats makin love
And guess from their cries
You were listening to a fight?
Well you know, hate's just the last
Thing they're thinking of,
They're only trying to make it through the night.

I only want to hold you,
I don't want to tie you down,
Or fence you in the lines 
I might have drawn.
It's just that I--
I've gotten used to having you around
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.

It's alright, I love you,
That's not going to change
Run me round
Make me hurt again and again.
But I'll still sing you love songs,
Written in the letters of your name,
And pray the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.

Oh--it looks like rain,
Oh--It surely looks like rain...

Oh--it looks like rain,
Oh--It surely looks like rain...

Oh--it looks like rain,
Oh--It surely looks like rain...


Loose Lucy by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 


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 til 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!"


The Loser  by Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter and Bill Kreutzmann 


If I had a gun for every ace I've drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene.

Don't you push me baby,
cause I'm moanin' low,
and you know I'm only in it for the gold.

All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars,
and I can pay you back with one good hand.

You can look around about the wide world over,
and you'll never find another honest man.

Last fair deal in the country, sweet Susie,
last fair deal in the town,
put your gold money where your love is baby,
before you let my deal go down.

Don't you push me baby,
cause I'm moanin' low,
Well, I know a little something you won't never know.

Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee,
gonna get up in the morning and go.

Everybody's bragging, and drinking that wine,
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines.

Come to daddy, on an inside straight,
well, I've got no chance of losing this time,
well, I've got no chance of losing this time,
well, I've got no chance of losing this time.



Lost Sailor  by Bob Weir and John Barlow

Compass card is spinning
Helm is swinging to and fro
Ooh, where's the Dog Star?
Ooh, where's the moon?

You're a lost sailor
You've been too long at sea

Some days the gales are howling
Some days the sea is calm as glass
Ooh, heave the mailsail
Ooh, lash the mast

You're a lost sailor
You've been too long at sea
Now the shorelines beckon
Yeah, there's a price for being free

Hear the sea birds crying
And there's a ghost wind blowing
And it's calling you to that misty swirling sea
'Til the chains of your dreams are broken
No place in this world you can be

You're a lost sailor
You've been too long at sea
Now the shorelines beckon
Yeah, there's a price for being free

Drifting
Drifting and dreaming
Drift your life away
Free don't come easy
Maybe going on a dream
Maybe going on a dream



Mama Tried  by Merle Haggard  		

First thing I remember knowin' 
Was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride
On a freight train leavin' town,
Not knowin' where I's bound.
No one could change my mind but mama tried.

One and only rebel child
In a fam'ly 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';
Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty one 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 only 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,
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty one 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 only me to blame 'cause mama tried.

That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried.



 Man Smart (Woman Smarter)  by Jack Segal and Harry Belafonte 

Let us put men and women together,
See which one is smarter.
Some say men, but I say know.
The women got de men like a puppet show.

It ain't me, it's the people that say.
Men are leading the women astray,
But I say, it's the women today,
Smarter than the man in every way.

That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
The women are smarter that's right that's right.

Little boy sit on the corner and cry.
Big man come and ask him why.
He say, "I can't do what the big boys do!",
The man sat down and he cried too.

It ain't me, it's the people that say.
Men are leading the women astray,
But I say, it's the women today,
Smarter than the man in every way.

That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
The women are smarter that's right that's right.

Ever since the world began, 
Women been condemning the ways of man,
But listen, boys, 'cause I've got a plan,
Give it up, just don't try and understand.

It ain't me, it's the people that say.
Men are leading the women astray,
But I say, it's the women today,
Smarter than the man in every way.



                 Mason's Children
                (by Robert Hunter)

Mason died on Monday, we bricked him in the wall
All his children grew and grew, they ain't never grown so tall before
They may never grow so tall again

We dug him up on Tuesday, he hardly aged a day
Taught us all we ever knew, we ain't never known so much before
We may never know so much again

The wall collapsed on Wednesday, we chalked it up to fate
Mason's children ran and flew, they ain't never run so fast before
Swore they'd never show their face again

Mason was a mighty man, a mighty man was he
Always said when I'm dead and gone, don't you weep for me

Thursday came then Friday, with buyers tall and bright
Mason's children cooked the stew
And cleaned up when the feast was through

Take me to the repo man to pay back what is owed
If he's in some other land write it off as stole




Me and Bobby McGee by Kristofferson and Foster 4/75 


Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
  
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandana,
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time, Bobby clappin' hands,
We finally sang near ever song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me, Bobby McGee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done,
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds,
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' was all she left for me.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me, Bobby McGee.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me, Bobby McGee.


Me and My Uncle  by John Phillips 4/75 

Me and my uncle went ridin' down
From South Colorado, West Texas bound.
We stopped over in Santa Fe
That bein' the point just about half way
And you know it was the hottest part of the day.

And I took the horses up to the stall
Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all.
Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt
It bein' summer, I took off my shirt
And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.

West Texas cowboys, they's all aroun';
With liquor and money, they loaded down.
So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame;
You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game,
High-low jack and the winner take the hand.

My uncle starts winnin'; cowboys got sore.
One of them called him, and then two more
Accused him of cheatin'; Oh no, it couldn't be.
I know my uncle, he's as honest as me
And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be.

One of them cowboys, he starts to draw
And I shot him down, Lord, he never saw.
Shot me another, oh damn he won't grow old.
In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold
And we high-tailed it down to Mexico.

Now with those cowboys, out of their gold,
I loved my uncle, God rest his soul
Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know.
Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold
And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road.


Mexicali Blues  by  Bob Weir and John Barlow  1/76

Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand
Watchin' flies and children on the street
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile
There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet.

And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came
I guess I came to keep from payin' dues
So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues. Yeh!

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
when the devil wants to take it all away ?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze
'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.

She said her name was Billie Jean and she was fresh in town.
I didn't know a stage line ran from Hell.
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold,
All the french perfume you'd care to smell.

She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear
"Go on, my friend, do anything you choose."
Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms
With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues.

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
when the devil wants to take it all away ?
Cherish well your thoughts, keep a tight grip on your booze
'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.

And then a man rode into town, yeh, some thought he was the law.
Billie Jean was waitin' when he came.
She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun,
I'd have no one but myself to blame.

I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind.
I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news
'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw
And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues. Yeh!

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands.


Might As Well  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter  8/85


Great North Special, would you all board
You can't find a ride like that no more,
The night the chariot swung down low
Ninety-nine children had a chance to go.

One long party from front to end
Tune to the whistle going round the bend,
No great hurry, what do you say?
Might as well travel the elegant way.

Might as well, might as well, might as well, might as well,
Might as well, might as well, might as well, might as well,
Might as well, might as well, might as well, 
Might as well, might as well, might as well, 
Might as well, might as well, might as well.

Ragtime slowly for twenty-five miles
then switch over to the cajun style
Bar car blowing rhythm and blues,
Rock 'n roll wailing in the old caboose.

Long train running from coast to coast
Bringing home a party when you need it the most
Work on the box car, beat on the bell
Nothing else shaking so you might just as well.

Might as well, might as well, might as well, might as well,
Might as well, might as well, might as well, might as well,
Might as well, might as well, might as well, 
Might as well, might as well, might as well, 
Might as well, might as well, might as well.

Never had such a good time in my life before
I'd like to have it one time more
Woh! one good ride from start to end,
I'd like to take that ride again, again!

Ran out of track and I caught the plane
back in the county with the blues again
Great North Special been on my mind
I might like to ride it just one more time.

Might as well, might as well, might as well, might as well,
Might as well, might as well, might as well, might as well,
Might as well, might as well, might as well, 
Might as well, might as well, might as well, 
Might as well, might as well, might as well.


Mission in the Rain  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


I turn and walk away
then I come round again
It looks as though tomorrow
I'll do pretty much the same.

I must turn down your offer
but I'd like to ask a break
You know I'm ready to give everything
for anything I take.

Someone called my name
you know I turned around to see
It was midnight in the Mission
and the bells were not for me.

Come again,
walking along in the Mission in the rain, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain.

Ten years ago, I walked this street
my dreams were riding tall
Tonight I would be thankful Lord
for any dream at all.

Some folks would be happy
just to have one dream come true
But everything you gather 
is just more that you can lose.

Come again,
walking along in the Mission in the rain, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain.

All the things I planned to do
I only did half way
Tomorrow will be Sunday
born of rainy Saturday.

There's some satisfaction 
in the San Francisco rain
No matter what comes down
the Mission always looks the same.

Come again,
walking along in the Mission in the rain, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain.


Mississippi Halfstep Uptown Toodeloo by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 1/76

On the day when I was born Daddy sat down and cried.
I had the mark just as plain as day; it could not be denied.
They say that Cain caught Abel rollin' loaded dice;
Ace of Spades behind his ear, him not thinkin' twice.

Halfstep Mississippi uptown toodeloo
Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Have a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you old Southern skies
I'm on my way, on my way.

If all you got to live for is what you left behind,
Get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine.
Lost my boots in transit, baby, pile of smokin' leather.
I nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather.

Halfstep Mississippi uptown toodeloo
Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Have a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you old Southern skies
I'm on my way, on my way.

They say that when your ship comes in, the first man takes the sails;
The second takes the afterdeck, the third, the planks and rails.
What's the point in callin' shots; this cue ain't straight in line.
Cue ball's made of styrofoam and no one's got the time.

Halfstep Mississippi uptown toodeloo
Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Have a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you old Southern skies
I'm on my way, on my way. on my way.

Across the Rio Grande,
Across the lazy river.
Across the Rio Grandio,
Across the lazy river,
Across the Rio Grandio,
Across the lazy river.


Mister Charlie  by Pig Pen and Robert Hunter  1/76


I take a little powder, take a little salt,
put it in my shotgun, I go walking out.

Jubba jubba, wolly bully,
looking high, looking low,
gonna scare you up and shoot ya,
Mister Charlie told me so.

I won't even take your life, won't even take a limb,
just unload my shotgun, take a little skin.

Jubba jubba, wolly bully,
looking high, looking low,
gonna scare you up and shoot ya,
Mister Charlie told me so.

Well you take my silver dollar, take those silver dimes,
fix it up together in some alligator wine.

I can hear the drums, voodoo all night long,
Mister Charlie tells me I can't do nothing wrong.

Jubba jubba, wolly bully,
looking high, looking low,
gonna scare you up and shoot ya,
Mister Charlie told me so.

Now Mister Charlie told me, won't you like to know,
give you little warning before I let you go.

Jubba jubba, wolly bully,
looking high, looking low,
gonna scare you up and shoot ya,
Mister Charlie told me so.

Gonna scare you up and shoot ya,
Mister Charlie, Mister Charlie told me so.


Money, Money   by Bob Weir and John Barlow 10/76

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 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'd rob a bank,
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,
She wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money.
Money money, money money money.

Momma don't send me down to rob that bank again,
I got a notion that your leadin' me to sin.
Won't you relax, won't you lay away 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 away back.

My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills.
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,
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 women's lib.
Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch;
It's a real shame that they got to cost so much.



Morning Dew  by Tim Rose and Bonnie Dobson


Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I can't walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I can't walk you out in the morning dew today.

I thought I heard a baby cry this morning,
I thought I heard a baby cry today.
You didn't hear no baby cry this morning,
You didn't hear no baby cry today.

Where have all the people gone my honey,
Where have all the people gone today.
There's no need for you to be worrying about all those people,
You never see those people anyway.

I thought I heard a young man born this morning,
I thought I heard a young man born today,
I thought I heard a young man born this morning,
I can't walk you out in the morning dew today.

Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I'll walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I guess it doesn't really matter anyway,
I guess it doesn't matter anyway,
I guess it doesn't matter anyway,
I guess it doesn't matter anyway,
Guess it doesn't matter anyway.




Mountains of the Moon  by: Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter
   Source: Grateful Dead Anthology


Cold mountain water, the jade merchant's daughter.
Mountains of the moon, Electra, bow and bend to me.
Heigh ho the carrion crow, fol-de-rol-de riddle.
Heigh 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's in the rain.
Hey, hey, hey the wild wheat waving in the wind.

Twenty degrees of solitude, twenty degrees in all.
All the dancing kings and wives assembled in the hall.
Lost is the long and lonliest town, fairy sybil 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.
Heigh ho the carrion crow, fol-de-rol-de riddle.
Heigh ho the carrion crow, bow and bend to me.

Bend to me.
Na da da da da da da da da da da da.



The Music Never Stopped  by Bob Weir and John Barlow

There's mosquitos on the river
Fish are rising up like birds
It's been hot for seven weeks now,
Too hot to even speak now,
Did you hear what I just heard?

Say it might have been a fiddle
or it could have been the wind
but there seems to be a beat now
I can feel it in my feet now
Listen here it comes again!

There's a band out on the highway
They're high steppin'into town
They're a rainbow full of sound
It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns
Everybody's dancin'
C'mon children, C'mon children
Come on clap your hands

Well the sun went down in honey,
And the moon came up in wine.
The stars were spinnin' dizzy,
Lord the band kept us too busy,
We forgot about the time.

They're a band beyond description
Like Jehovah's favorite choir
People join in hand 'n hand
While the music plays the band, 
Lord, they're settin' us on fire!

Crazy rooster crowin' midnight
Balls of lightnin' roll along
Old men sing about their dreams
Women laugh and children scream
And the band keeps playin' on.

Keep on dancin' thru to daylight
Greet the mornin' air with song
No one noticed, but the band's all packed and gone
Was it ever here at all?
But they keep on dancin'
C'mon children, C'mon children
Come on clap your hands

Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday
And the corn's a bumper crop
The fields are full of dancin'
Full of singin' and romancin', cause
The music never stopped.


Mystery Train

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long. Train I ride, sixteen coaches long.
Well, the woman I love, she's on that train and gone.

Train I ride, rollin' down the track. Train I ride, rollin' down the track.
It took my baby, and it's never comin' back.

Well I went to the station, to meet my baby at the gate
Asked the station master, "Is your train running late?"
She said she'd be waiting on the 5:45
Well, I hate to tell you boys that train don't stop here no more.

Mystery train, rolling down the track. Mystery train, rolling down the track.

Heard that whistle blow across the middle of the night
When I got down to the station the train was way out of sight.

New, New Minglewood Blues  by McGannahan Skjellyfetti 


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

Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men

Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Said, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Well, the sheriff couldn't catch me,
but his little girl sure wished she could.

Well now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Said now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Yes, and the preacher man call me sinner
but his little girl call me saint.

Well a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
I said a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
A couple more shots of whiskey,
I'm going down to Minglewood.

Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den

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

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

Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men


New Potato Caboose  by  Phil Lesh and Bob Peterson 


Last leaf fallen 
bare earth where green was born,
Black Madonna 
two eagles hang against a cloud,
Sun comes up blood red 
wind yells amoung 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.



New Speedway Boogie  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 

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 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 in 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,
I heard some say "Better run away",
others say "Better stand still".

Now I don't know, but I 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.

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 overlook the lack, Jack, of any other highway to ride.
It's got no signs or dividing lines, and very few rules to guide.

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 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.

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.


Next Time You See Me  by William Harvey and Earl Forest


Next time you see me things won't be the same,
next time you see me things won't be the same,
if it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame.

Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Like the good book say, you gotta reap just what you sow.

Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
you were wrong to do it woman, and another queen is on your throne.


Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
you were wrong to do it woman, and another queen is on your throne.

Next time you see me things won't be the same,
next time you see me things won't be the same,
if it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame.

Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Like the good book say, you gotta reap just what you sow.


Not Fade Away  by C. Hardin and Norman Petty


I wanna tell you how it's gonna be,
you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day,
you know my love not fade away.

You know my love not fade away,  not fade away!

My love is bigger than a cadillac,
I try to show you but you drive me back,
your love for me has got to be real,
you're gonna know just how I feel.

Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away!


One More Saturday Night  by Bob Weir

I went down to the mountain, I was drinkin' some wine,
looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign,
written in fire across the heavens, plain as black and white;
Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight.

Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !

Everybody's dancin' down the local armory
with a basement full of dynamite and light artillery.
The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high;
come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the place is gonna fly.

Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !

Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news,
says "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues."
These wives, they don't get crazy, Lord, they know just what to do,
crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes.

Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !

When God way up in Heaven, for whatever it was worth,
thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth.
Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes,
when the rock and roll music meets the risin' shinin' sun.

Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !

Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Everybody gettin' right,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more saturday night.
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more saturday night.


One Thing To Try  by Robert Hunter


Break out your bottle, be in trouble by noon
Never get satisfaction cause ya boil too soon
Them downtown chippies know your weight to the ounce
But the harder you fall, Jack, the higher you bounce!

Stoke up your get, be ready to ride
Keep your head and your heart inside
Take it as far as you wanna go
Until we can't see the desert for the burning snow

But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark and another to bite,
The show ain't over til ya pack up at night.

Ah well, ninety-nine people all running around
Not one in a hundred got his feet on the ground,
In fact one in a thousand holding some in reserve
For when the real, true action comes around the curve.

Take care of your people,  get some of them fed
Hide the ones in trouble out under your bed
Keep an eye to the future, an ear to the past
Cause after thinkin' it over, know there's nothing much lasts.

So if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark quite another to bite,
Ain't none of it over til ya pack up at night.

Don't ever let it get the best of you
Plan what you can, let the rest shine through
Just so many angles you can possibly see
Got to figure on those let the other ones be

Don't be a collector of more than you need
Got a lotta things growing but keep watching your seeds
Got to sprout in December what you planted in May
If the harvest is empty, find some other good way

But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark quite another to bite,
And none of it's over til ya pack up at night.


Operator  by Ron McKernan and Robert Hunter

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 the midnight flyer, 
singin' like a summer breeze.

I think she's somewhere down South, 
down about Baton Rouge,
But I can't remember no number; 
a number I can use.
Directory don't have it, central done forgot it, 
I've gotta find a number to use.

Try'na check out her number, 
try'na run down her line.
Operator said that's priv'ledged information,
and it ain't no busines of mine.
It's floodin' down in Texas, poles are out in Utah,
gotta find a private line.

She could be hangin' 'round a steel mill,
workin' in a house of few lights.
Ridin' a getaway bus out of Portland,
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.

Long as she's been doin' it right.