Passenger   by Phil Lesh and Peter Monk


Firefly, can you see me
Shine on glowing, brief and brightly
Could you imagine one summer day
That same night be on your way

Do you remember, hearts were too cold
Seasons have frozen us into our souls
People saying the whole world is burning
Ashes have scattered too far to return them

Upside out, inside down
False alarm, the only game in town
No man's land, the only game in town
Terrible, the only game in town

Passenger, don't you hear me
Destination seen unclearly
What is a man deep down inside
But a raging beast with nothing to hide

Upside out, inside down
False alarm, the only game in town
No man's land, the only game in town
Terrible, the only game in town


Peggy-O  traditional, arranged by the Grateful Dead 

As we rowed up to Fennario,
as we rowed up to Fennario,
Our captain fell in love
with a lady like a dove
and he called her by name, Pretty Peggy-O.

Will you marry me Pretty Peggy-O?
Will you marry me Pretty Peggy-O?
If you will marry me, I will set your cities free
and free all the people of the area-O.

I would marry you sweet William-O,
I would marry you sweet William-O,
I would marry you but your guineas are too few,
and I fear my mama would be angry-O.

What would your mama think Pretty Peggy-O
What would your mama think Pretty Peggy-O
What would your mama think if she heard my guineas clink
saw me riding at the head of my soldiers-O.

If ever I return Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn
Destroy all the people in the area-O.

Come steppin' down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come steppin' down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come steppin' down the stairs, holding back your yellow hair
Bid a last farewell to your William-O.

Sweet William he is dead Pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead Pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead and he died for a maid
And he's buried in the Louisiana country-O.

As we rowed up to Fennario,
as we rowed up to Fennario,
Our captain fell in love
with a lady like a dove
and he called her by name, Pretty Peggy-O.


Picasso Moon  by Bob Weir and John Barlow
	   
 South of Market in the land of ruin you'll find all manner of action
 Tinsel tigers in The Metal Room, stalking satisfaction
 They got 'em packaged up for love and money
 Tattooed tots, chrome spike bunnies
 Pop on my mirrored shades, better to see
 Roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey
 But I get a feeling I can make things collide
 Like a crack of falling thunder, like I'm really on a high
 Here comes little angel she looks ready to ride
 What's that she's trying to show me?

 Picasso moon - shattered light, diamond bullets ripping up the night
 Picasso moon - liberate me
 Life's infinite diversity, great amazing majesty
 Bigger than a drive-in movie to me 

 Hangin' ten out on space and time, redefining distance
 The next skull on your necklace is mine: cheap for such assistance
 I had a job trading heads for pieces
 We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases
 Please find my resignation enclosed
 Roll with it, go on let's roll in it honey
 Dark Angel, what's botherin' you?
 So strange, you'll do me all that you do
 Dark Angel, you're makin' me blue
 I guess it doesn't matter 

 Picasso moon - winding ball, I feel the quickening I hear the call
 Picasso moon - fill the sky, amazing blazing mystify
 With the lunar winds I want to fly
 Bigger than a drive-in movie oh my 

 Strikes morning, the atomic dawn, scramble back to cover
 Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on my little leather-winged lover
 I see your face printed on my money
 Your brazen ways really move me honey 
 Heart of gold - yay, yay-hoo
 Why am I laughing, this ain't funny
 Dark angel don't you stop, you break my spirit you wreck my heart
 You must have prices for practicing that art
 I don't presume to imagine 

 Picasso Moon - fractal flame, blazing lace filling every frame
 Picasso Moon - wheels within wheels
 The bells are ringing it's quite unreal
 Trying to tell y'all bout just how I feel
 Don't want to hear how I oughta feel
 And it's bigger than a drive-in movie for real 

 Picasso moon - shattered light, diamond bullets ripping up the night
 Picasso moon - liberate me
 Picasso moon - winding ball, I feel the quickening I hear the call
 Picasso moon - fill the sky
 Picasso Moon - fractal flame, blazing lace filling every frame
 Picasso Moon - wheels within wheels
 Picasso moon - shining bright, the universe is working fine tonight
 Picasso moon - illuminate me



Playing in the Band   by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter 


Some folks trust in reason
others trust in might,
I don't trust in nothing
but I know it come out right.

Say it once again now
woah--I hope you understand
when it's done and over,
a man is just a man.

Playin', playin' in the band
daybreak--daybreak on the land.

Some folks look for answers
others look for fights,
some folks up in treetops
just a looking for their kites.

But I can tell your future
just look what's in your hand,
but I can't stop for nothing
I'm just playing in the band.

Playin', playin' in the band
daybreak--daybreak on the land.

Standing on a tower
world at my command
you just keep a turnin'
while I'm playing in the band.

And if a man among you
got no sin upon his hand
let him cast a stone at me
for playing in the band.

Playin', playin' in the band
daybreak--daybreak on the land.


Pride of Cucamonga  by Phil Lesh and Bob Peterson 


Out on the edge of an empty highway,
howling at the blood on the moon,
a diesel mac comes rolling down my way,
I can't hit that border too soon.

Running hard out of muskrat flats,
it was sixty days or doubled life,
hail on my back like a shotgun blast,
high wind chimes in the night.

Woh-oh the Pride of Cucamonga,
Woh-oh bitter olives in the sun,
Woh-oh I had me some lovin',
and I done some time.

Since I came down from Oregon,
there's a lesson or two I've learned
by standing in the road alone,
standing watching the fires burn.

The northern sky it stinks with greed,
you can smell it heavy for miles around,
the good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel,
sitting doing that git on down.

Woh-oh the Pride of Cucamonga,
Woh-oh silver apples in the sun,
Woh-oh I had me some lovin',
and I done some time.

I see your silver shining town,
but I know I can't go there--
your streets run deep with poisoned wine,
your doorways crawl with fear.

So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at,
where the weed grows green and fine,
and wrap myself around a bush of that bright
Woh-oh Oaxaca vine.

Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga,
I can see golden forests in the sun,
Woh-oh I had myself another,
and I done some time,
and I done some time,
and I done some time.


Promised Land  by Chuck Berry 


I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh,
and on across Caroline.

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
and we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

Had more trouble it turned into a struggle,
half way 'cross Alabam,
the 'hound broke down left us all stranded
in downtown Birmingham.

Straight off bought me a through train ticket,
right across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
People are there who care a little 'bout me 
And they won't let the poor boy down.

Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit,
put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.

Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte,
flying over to the Golden State;
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten oh nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.

Promontory Rider by Robert Hunter

Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger.
Promontory Rider, whats makes you ride so high?
Put a loving star back in an empty sky.
Once the wind was warm and sweet, the ladies in lace.
Up there on the prominence the tears just freeze your face.
From a statutory picture, passport out of hell.
Left here by a stranger, seem to wish as well.
Sighed, Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger.

Asked me, "Can you thread a needle? Can you shoot the moon?"
Walk the silver screen, be a judgement at high noon?
Like any Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger, step up.

Ride on, ride on, ride
Ride upon the high ground, ride upon the low.
Promontory Rider what makes you ride so slow?
Pick me out with harden wings and fill my head with crowds.
I been crawlin' in this scene, but now I'm rollin' down.

Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger.
Promontory Rider used to ride so high.
I don't know these days just seem to ride on by.
Once the wind was warm and sweet, but this must be your place.
Cause you don't change this chilly range, for any other place.
Say, Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger.

Ride on, ride on, ride.
Promontory Rider, whats makes you ride so high?
Put a loving star back in an empty sky.
Movin' on the high ground, movin' on the low.
But Promontory Rider that was many years ago.
Pick me out with harden wings and fill my head with crowds.
I been crawlin' in this scene, but not I'm rollin' down.
Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger.

Movin' on the high ground, movin' on the low ground.
Promontory Rider step so high
I know I oculd be right and I maybe wrong.
But I'll think I'll miss you when your gone.
ABC WXYZ can ask for cover, just don't see me


Positively 4th Street  by Bob Dylan

You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winning

You say I let you down you know it's not like that
If you're so hurt why then don't you show it
You say you lost your faith but that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose and you know it

I know the reason that you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street you always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" but you don't mean it
When you know as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And now I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don't you understand it's not my problem

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you


Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn)  By Bob Dylan

Ev'rybodys building the big ships and the boats,
Some are building monuments,
Others, jotting down notes,
Ev'rybody's in despair,
Ev'ry girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet,
But guarding fumes and makeing haste,
It ain't my cup of meat.
Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all,
Just tell me where you put it,
And I'll tell you who to call.
Nobody can get no sleep,
There's someone on ev'ryones toes
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.


Race is On  by Traditional, arranged by the Grateful Dead

I feel tears welling up from down deep inside,
like my heart's gotta be free,
instead of lonliness sharp and painful
that I may never shake.

You might think that I'm taking it hard
since you broke me off with a call,
Well, I'll wager that I'll hide in sorrow and
I might lay right down and ball.

Now the race is on and here comes pride up the back stretch,
heartaches a goin' to the inside,
my tears are holding back, 
tryin' not to fall.

My heart's out of the running,
true love scratched for another's sake,
the race is on and it looks like heartaches,
and the winner loses all.

One day I ventured in love never once suspecting
what the final result would be.
I live in fear of waking up each morning,
and finding that you're gone from me.

There's an aching pain in my heart for the name
of the one that I hated to face,
someone else came out to win her,
and I came out in second place.

Now the race is on and here comes pride up the back stretch,
heartaches a goin' to the inside,
my tears are holding back, 
tryin' not to fall.

My heart's out of the running,
true love scratched for another's sake,
the race is on and it looks like heartaches,
and the winner loses all.

Now the race is on and here comes pride up the back stretch,
heartaches a goin' to the inside,
my tears are holding back, 
tryin' not to fall.

My heart's out of the running,
true love scratched for another's sake,
the race is on and it looks like heartaches,
and the winner loses all.


Ramble On Rose  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 

Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand,
just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band,
Just like New York City, just like Jerico,
pace the halls and climb the walls and get out when they blow.

Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose?
Ramble on baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose.

Just like Jack and Jill, Momma told the sailor
One heat up, and one cool down, leave nothing for the tailor.
Just like Jack and Jill, Poppa told the jailer
One go up, and one go down, do yourself a favor.

Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose?
Ramble on baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose.

I am going to sing you a hundred verses in ragtime,
I know this song it ain't never gonna end.
I'm gonna march you up and down along the county line,
Take you to the leader of a band.

Just like Crazy Otto, just like Wolfman Jack,
Sittin plush with a royal flush, aces back to back.
Just like Mary Shelly, just like Frankenstein,
Clank your chains and count your change and try to walk the line.

Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose?
Ramble on baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose.

I am going to sing you a hundred verses in ragtime,
I know this song it ain't never gonna end.
I'm gonna march you up and down along the county line,
Take you to the leader of a band.

Goodbye Momma and Poppa
Goodbye Jack and Jill
The grass ain't greener
The wine ain't sweeter
Either side of the hill.

Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose?
Ramble on baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose.


Revolution  by: Lennon and McCartney

You say you want a revolution, 
well you know, we all want to change the world.
You tell me that it's evolution,
well you know, we all want to change the world.
But when you talk about destruction,
Don't you know that you can count me out.
Don't you know it's gonna be alright, alright, alright.

You say you got a real solution, 
well you know, We'd all love to see the plan.
You ask me for a contribution,
well you know, we're all doing what we can.
But if you want money for people with minds that hate,
All I can tell you is, ``Brother you have to wait''
Don't you know it's gonna be alright, alright, alright.

You say you'll change the constitution, 
well you know, we all want to change your head.
You tell me its the institution,
well, you know, you'd better free your mind instead.
But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao,
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow.
Don't you know it's gonna be alright, alright, alright.
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright!


Ripple by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine,
and my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
would you hear my voice come thru the music,
would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
when there is no pebble tossed,
nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
if your cup is full may it be again,
let it be known there is a fountain,
that was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
and if you go no one may follow,
that path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
when there is no pebble tossed,
nor wind to blow.

You who choose, to lead must follow,
but if you fall you fall alone,
if you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.


Rosemary   by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 

Sweet whiff of heather,
a breath of cologne
the mirror was a window she sat by alone.

All around her the garden grew
scarlet and purple and crimson and blue.

She came dead, she lived, and at last went away,
the garden was sealed when the flowers decayed.

On the wall of the garden a legend did say,
no one may come here since no one may stay.


'Round and 'Round  by Chuck Berry


Well the joint was jumpin'
going 'round and 'round
Hey! Reelin' and a rockin'
what a crazy sound,
well, they never stopped rockin'
til the moon went down.

Well it sounds so sweet
I had to take me a chance
I rose out of me seat
Lord, I had to dance,
started moving my feet
Lord an' clapping my hands.

Well I kept on dancin'
going 'round and 'round
Hey! Reelin' and a rockin'
what a crazy sound,
well, they never stopped rockin'
til the moon went down.

Well at tweleve o'clock
Lord, the place was packed
the front doors was locked
Lord, the place was packed
when the police knocked--
those doors flew back.

Well I kept on dancin'
going 'round and 'round
Hey! Reelin' and a rockin'
what a crazy sound,
well, they never stopped rockin'
til the moon went down.

Well the joint was jumpin'
going 'round and 'round
Hey! Reelin' and a rockin'
what a crazy sound,
well, they never stopped rockin'
til the moon went down.

Well I kept on dancin'
going 'round and 'round
Hey! Reelin' and a rockin'
what a crazy sound,
well, they never stopped rockin'
til the moon went down.


Row Jimmy by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back steppin' like to walk on air
Get back home where you belong
And don't you run off no more      

Don't hang your head and let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show

I say row Jimmy row
Gonna get there, I don't know
Seems a common way to go
Get down and row,row,row,row,row

Here's a half a dollar if you dare
Double twist when you hit the air
Look at Julie down below
The levee doin' the do-pas-o

I say row Jimmy row
Gonna get there, I don't know
Seems a common way to go
Get down and row,row,row,row,row

Broken heart don't feel so bad
Ya ain't got half of what you thought you had
Rock you baby to and fro
Not too fast and not too slow

I say row Jimmy row
Gonna get there, I don't know
Seems a common way to go
Get down and row,row,row,row,row

That's the way it's been in town
Ever since they tore the juke box down
Two bit piece don't buy no more
Not so much as it done before

I say row Jimmy row, gonna get there, I don't know
Seems a common way to go, get out and row,row,row,row,row.

I say row Jimmy row, gonna get there, I don't know
Seems a common way to go, get out and row,row,row,row,row.

I say row Jimmy row, gonna get there, I don't know
Seems a common way to go, get out and row,row,row,row,row.


Rubin and Cherise  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of carnival as she brushes it gently down
Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin
It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade played in the carnival parade

Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white
When a fatal vision gripped her tight Cherise beware tonight
Rubin, Rubin tell me truly true
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do, Is there another girl for you?

If you could see my heart you would know it's true
There's none Cherise, except for you, except for you
I'd swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, say I fall down cold

When Rubin played on his painted mandolin
The breeze would pause to listen in before going on its way again
Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke
Like waves against the bandstand, dancers broke to the painted mandolin

Looking out to the crowd who is standing there
Sweet Ruby Claire at Rubin stared, at Rubin stared
She was dressed as Pirouette in red
And her hair hung gently down

The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone
Rubin's song took on a different tone and he played it just for her
The song he played was the carnival parade
Each note cut a thread of Cherise's fate it cut through like a blade

Rubin was playing his painted mandolin
When Ruby froze and turned to stone for the strings played all alone
The voice of Cherise from the face of the mandolin
Singing Rubin, Rubin tell me true for I have no one but you

If you could see my heart you would know it true
There's none Cherise, except for you, except for you
I'd swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, say I fall down cold

The truth of love an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind without a look behind
Rubin walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn
Cherise so lightly in his arms and her hair hung gently down


Saint Of Circumstance   by Bob Weir and John Barlow


This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line
You must be the angel I thought I might never find
Was it you I heard singing
While I was chasing dreams?
Driven by the wind
Like the dust that blows around
And the rain falling down
But I never know, sure don't know
But I never know, sure don't know

This must be heaven, 'cause here's where the rainbow ends
This ain't the real thing, but close enough to pretend
When that wind blows
When night starts to fall
I can hear the sirens call
It's a certain sort of sound
And the rain falling down

Holes in what's left of my reason
Holes in the knees of my blues
Odds against me been increasing
But I'll pull through

I never could read no road map
And I don't know what the weather might do
But hear that rich man whine
And see the Dog Star shine
I got a feeling there's no time to lose

Well, it's been heaven but even rainbows will end
Now my sails are filling; the wind is willing
And I'm good as gone again
I'm still walking
So I'm sure that I can dance
Just a saint of circumstance
Like a tiger in a trance

With the rain falling down
With the rain falling down
With the rain falling down

Sure don't know what I'm going for
But I'm gonna go for it for sure
Sure don't know what I'm going for
But I'm gonna go for it for sure

St. Stephen  by Jerry Garcia, Phil Lesh, and Robert Hunter

Saint Stephen with a rose, 
in and out of the garden he goes,
country garland in the wind and the rain,
wherever he goes the people all complain.

Stephen prospered in his time,
well he may and he may decline.
Did it matter, does it now?
Stephen would answer if he only knew how.

Wishing well with a golden bell,
bucket hanging clear to hell,
hell halfway twixt now and then,
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight,
writing "What for?" across the morning sky.
Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer,
darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
what a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned,
several seasons with their treasons,
wrapped the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own.

Did he doubt or did he try?
Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,
talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,
one man gathers what another man spills.

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
seashore walk by the suds and the foam,
been there so long, he's got to calling it home.

Fortune comes a calling, calliope woman,
spinning that curious sense of your own.
Can you answer, "Yes I can"?
but what would be the answer to the answer-man?

High green chilly winds and windy vines 
in loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the sun.

Underfoot the ground is patched 
with arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze.

Wonder who will water all the children of the garden 
when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry neath the sky.

William Tell has stretched his bow til it won't stretch 
no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before.


Samson and Delilah  by the Reverend Gary Davis


If I had my way,
I would tear this old building down.

Well Delilah was a woman, she was fine and fair,
She had good looks, God knows, and coal black hair,
Delilah she gained old Samson's mind,
When first he saw this woman, you know she looked so fine.

Delilah she climbed up on Samson's knee
Said tell me where your strength lies if you please
She spoke so kind and she talked so fair
And Samson said, Delilah cut off my hair.

You can shave my head, clean as my hand
And my strength will become as natural as any old man.

If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way,
I would tear this old building down.

You read about Samson, ever since his birth
He was the strongest man that ever had lived on earth
So one day when Samson was walking along
He looked down on the ground, he saw an old jawbone

He stretched out his arm, God knows, chains broke like a thread
When he got to moving, ten thousand was dead.

If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way,
I would tear this old building down.

Now Samson and the lion, they got in a tack,
Samson he crawled up on the lion's back
You read about this lion, he killed a man with his paws
But Samson he got his hands around that lion's jaws

He ripped that beast til he killed him dead
The bees made honey in the lion's head.

If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way,
I would tear this old building down.


Scarlet Begonias by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 4/75 


As I was walking round Grosvenor Square,
not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,
from the other direction, she was calling my eye,
it could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try.

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes,
and I knew without asking she was into the blues.
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls,
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.

In the thick of the evening when the dealin' got rough,
she was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door,
I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before.

Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong,
seldom turns out the way it does in a song.
Once in a while you get shown the light
in the strangest of places if you look at it right.

Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,
or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes,
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.

The wind in the willow's playin' ``Tea for Two;''
the sky was yellow and the sun was blue,
strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand,
everybody's playing in the heart-of-gold band, heart-of-gold band.


Shakedown Street  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

You tell me this town ain't got no heart
   well, well, well, you can never tell
the sunny side of the street is dark.
   well, well, well, you can never tell
Maybe that's cuz it's midnight
in the dark of the moon besides

Maybe the dark is from your eyes,
Maybe the dark is from your eyes,
Maybe the dark is from your eyes,
You know you got such dark eyes!

Nothing shakin' on Shakedown Street
used to be the heart of town
don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
just gotta poke around.

You think you've seen this town clear through
   well, well, well, you can never tell
nothing here that could interest you
   well, well, well, you can never tell
It's not because you missed out
on the thing that we had to stop

Maybe you had too much to fast
Maybe you had too much to fast
Maybe you had too much to fast
or just over played your part.

Nothing shakin' on Shakedown Street
used to be the heart of town
don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
just gotta poke around.

Since I'm passing your way today
   well, well, well, you can never tell
I just stopped in cuz I wanna say,
   well, well, well, you can never tell
I recall your darkness
when it crackled like a thundercloud.

Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
when I can hear it beat out loud!

Nothing shakin' on Shakedown Street
used to be the heart of town
don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
just gotta poke around.

She Belongs To Me  by Bob Dylan

She's got everything she needs, 
she's an artist, she don't look back.
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, 
she paints the daytime black.

You will start out standing, 
proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through a key hole, 
down upon your bended knees.

She never stumbles, 
she's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child, 
the law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring, 
that sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
you are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday, 
salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween but her a trumpet, 
and for Christmas, buy her drums.

She's got everything she needs, 
she's an artist, she don't look back.
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, 
you know she paints the daytime black.

Ship of Fools by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 


Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,
laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.
I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels,
but I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea,
ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin of the boat,
and all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I won't leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
with thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea,
ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few
Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea,
ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.


Sitting on Top of the World  by Jacobs and Carter


Mississippi River so big and wide
Blond haired woman on the other side
Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world.

I worked all summer, spring and fall
Blond haired woman the cause of it all
Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world.

I saw her in Dallas and El Paso
Said come back baby, I need you so
Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world.

Mississippi River so big and wide
Blond haired woman on the other side
Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world.


SO MANY ROADS By Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Thought I heard a blackbird singin'
up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Born where the sun don't shine
and I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?

Thought I heard that KC whistle
moanin' sweet & low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin' boy; got no place else to go

So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads; so many roads,
Mountain high, river wide 
So many roads to ride 
So many roads; So many roads

Thought I heard a jug band playin'
"If you don't; who else will?"
from over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine,
the rain refuse to fall
and you don't seem to hear me when I call

Wind inside & the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go, ain't that a shame?

So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
All I want is one 
to take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads - So many roads

From the land of the midnight sun
where ice blue roses grow
'long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moanin low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul

So Far from Me  by Brent Mydland


You say you want to try again
well you don't realize
that I have a better end in mind

It doesn't seem you really have to
close your eyes to see
Though I hope you don't need me
You are so far from me

There was something I had caught inside
?			?
?			?
It doesn't seem you really have to
close your eyes to see
you have been all you'll be
it's just you babe
and we can't relate at all

It doesn't seem you really have to
close your eyes to see
Though I hope you don't need me
You are so far from me

This time's the last time I want to say no more
this song's my last song for you
there's just nothing here to hold on to babe
nothing to hold on to



Stagger Lee  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


1940, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger Lee met Billy de Lion
and he blew that poor boy down.
Do you know what he shot him for?
What do you make of that?
Cuz Billy de Lion threw the lucky dice
won Stagger Lee's Stetson hat.

Bayo, Bayo, tell me how can this be?
You arrest the girls for turning tricks
but you're scared of Stagger Lee.
Stagger Lee is a madman and he shot my Billy dead.
Bayo go get him or give the job to me.

Delia de Lion, dear sweet Delia-D
How the hell can I arrest him?  He's twice as big as me.
Well don't ask me to go downtown - I won't come back alive,
not only is that mother big but he packs a .45.

Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun
he shot my Billy dead now I'm gonna see him hung.
She waded to the Lion's club through Billy de Lion's blood
stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar,
said, "Buy me a gin fizz, love."

As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls
blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall
Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high
he shot my Billy dead and now he's got to die.

Delia went a walking down on Singapore Street
a three-piece band on the corner played "Nearer My God to Thee"
but Delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be?

The song that woman sung was look out Stagger Lee.
The song that Delia sung was look out Stagger Lee.
The song that woman sung was look out Stagger Lee.
The song that Delia sung was look out Stagger Lee.



Standing on the Moon  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon, I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the Gulf of Mexico as tiny as a tear
the coast of California must be somewhere over here

Standing on the moon, I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon, I see the soldiers come and go
there's a metal flag beside me, someone planted long ago
Old Glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo

I see all of Southeast Asia, I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children and the other sounds of woe
it's like a mighty melody that rings down from the sky
standing here upon the moon, I watch it all roll by, all roll by

Standing on the moon, I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory, another of defeat
a  scrap of age-old lullaby down some forgotten street

Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you
somewhere in San Francisco, on a back porch in July
just looking up the heavan at this crescent in the sky

Standing on the moon, with nothing left to do
Standing on the moon, a lovely view of heaven
but I'd rather be with you.
Standing on the moon, a lovely view of heaven
but I'd rather be with you.



Stella Blue  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


All the years combine,
they melt into a dream,
a broken angel sings
from a guitar.

In the end there's just a song,
comes crying up the night
thru all the broken dreams and vanished years.
Stella blue.  Stella blue.

When all the cards are down,
there's nothing left to see,
there's just the pavement left
and broken dreams.

In the end there's still that song,
comes crying like the wind
down every lonely street that's ever been.
Stella blue.  Stella blue.

I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel,
can't win for trying.
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time,
gonna make them shine, shine.

It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free,
there's nothing you can hold,
for very long.

And when you hear that song
crying like the wind,
it seems like all this life was just a dream.
Stella blue.  Stella blue.


Sugaree by Jerry Garcia, Bill Kreutzmann, and Robert Hunter
     
When they come to take you down
When they bring that wagon around
When they come to call on you
And drag your poor body down

Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me

You thought you was the cool fool
Never could do no wrong
Had everything sewed up tight
How come you lay awake all night long

Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me

Well in spite of all you gained
You still had to stand out in the pouring rain
One last voice is calling you
And I guess it's time you go

Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me

Well shake it up now Sugaree
I'll meet you at the jubillee
And if that jubillee don't come
Maybe I'll meet you on the run

Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me


Sugar Magnolia  by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter 


Sugar magnolia, blossoms bloomin',
heads' all empty, and I don't care,
saw my baby down by the river,
knew she'd have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow,
we can have high times if you'll abide,
we can discover the wonders of nature,
rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She's got everything delightful,
she's got everything I need,
takes the wheel when I'm seeing double,
pays my ticket when I speed.

She comes skimmin' through rays of violet,
she can wade in a drop of dew,
she don't come and I don't follow,
waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a cajun rythymn,
Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive.
She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter;
She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebird,
Caught up in sunlight, come on out
Singing and walking in the sunshine,
Come on honey, come along with me.

She's got everything delightful,
She's got everything I need,
a breeze in the pines in the summer night moonlight,
lazin' in the sunlight, yes indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying,
when the moon is half way down,
sometimes when the night is dying,
I take me out and I wander round, I wander round.

Sunshine, daydream,
walkin' in the tall trees,
going where the wind goes,
blooming like a red rose,
feeling more freely,
ride out singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine,
sunshine, daydream
sunshine, daydream


Sunrise  by Donna Godchaux


Gazing at the fire,
Burning by the water
Before he speaks the world around us quiets.

With eyes as sharp as arrows
And turning to the fire
He clears the air and cuts it with a feather.

Many in the circle
Slowly round the fire
When he is gone I want to know him better.

No one is forsaken
No one is a liar,
He plants the tree of life on our foreheads 
With water.

He hums, there are drums, 
Four winds, rising suns,
We are singing and praying,
I hear our bodies saying.

I remember breezes
From winds inside your body
Keep me high...
Like I told you,
I'll sing to them this story
And know why.


Tennessee Jed by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
listen to the whistle of the evening train.
You know you bound to wind up dead,
You don't head back to Tennessee, Jed.

Rich man step on my poor head,
when you get back you better butter my bread,
Well, do you know it's like I said,
you better head back to Tennessee, Jed.

Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby, won't you carry me back to Tennessee?

Drink all day and rock all night,
the law come to get ya if you don't walk right,
got a letter this morning, baby, all it read,
"You better head back to Tennessee, Jed".

I dropped four flights and cracked my spine,
buddy, come quick with the iodine,
catch a few winks, baby, under the bed
then ya head back to Tennessee, Jed.

Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby, won't you carry me back to Tennessee?

I run in ta Charlie Ford,
He blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,
my dog he turned to me and he said,
"Let's head back to Tennessee, Jed."

I woke up a feeling mean,
I went down to play the slot machine,
the wheels turned around, and the letters read,
you better head back to Tennessee, Jed.

Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby, won't you carry me back to Tennessee?

Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby, won't you carry me back to Tennessee?



Terrapin: Lady With a Fan  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme
suggesting rhythm that will not forsake me
til my tale is told and done

While the firelight's aglow
strange shadows from the flames will grow
til things we've never seen will seem familiar

Shadows of the sailor forming
winds both foul and fair all swarm
down in Carlisle he loved a lady many years ago

Here beside him stands a man
a soldier from the looks of him
who came through many fights but lost at love

While the storyteller speaks
a door within the fire creaks
suddenly flies open and a girl is standing there

Eyes alight with glowing hair
all that fancy paints as fair
she takes her fan and throws it in the lion's den

Which of you to gain me, tell
will risk uncertain pains of hell
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance

The sailor gave at least a try
the soldier being much too wise
strategy was his strength and not disaster

The sailor coming out again
the lady fairly lept at him
that's how it stands today
you decide if he was wise

The storyteller makes no choice
soon you will not hear his voice
his job is to shed light
and not to master

Since the end is never told
we pay the teller off in gold
in hopes he will come back
but he can not be bought or sold


Terrapin Station  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Inspiration move me brightly
light the song with sense and color
hold away despair

More than this I will not ask
faced with mysteries dark and vast
statements just seem vain at last

Some rise, some fall, some climb
to get to Terrapin

Counting stars by candelight
all are dim but one is bright,
The spiral light of Venus
rising first and shining best

Oh! from the northwest corner
of a brand new crescent moon
crickets and cicadas sing
a rare and different tune:  Terrapin Station
in the shadow of the moon:  Terrapin Station
and I know we'll be there soon

Terrapin! I can't figure out
Terrapin! if it's the end or beginning
Terrapin! but the train's put its brakes on
and the whistle is screaming



Terrapin  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


While you were gone
these spaces filled with darkness
the obvious was hid
with nothing to believe in
the compass always points to Terrapin

The sullen wings of fortune beat like rain
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again
for good or ill again

Terrapin!
Terrapin!
Terrapin!
Terrapin!



Terrapin (other two verses from Jack of Roses)
"Ivory Wheels/Rosewood Track"

Ivory wheels on a rosewood track;
quick Jack take us back to Terrapin.

Long John Silver at the wheel you bet,
that dude saw Stager Lee in the firebox pourin' sweat.

Smokestack, thunder, pay the ticket price,
clock in the sky says quarter to twice we roll again.

Now look good soldier where you been,
you must have took the wrong way around to get to Terrapin.

Some for reasons great or small,
rise, climb, fall to get to Terrapin.

A demon's daughter used to lay for gin,
in a shack way back, all the skirts and the fens of Terrapin.

The demon himself got drunk all night,
collapsed at the sunrise service, he was very tight.

Captain Billy Lan from Louisiana Lows,
used to chase a bayou girl through here named Peggy-o.

Must have made pretty good time between
Fenerio and DeLyons Club down in New Orleans.

Some say he died of love for Peggy-o,
but I believe it was Stagger Lee laid billy low.

Some for reasons known but to them,
rise, climb, fall to get to Terrapin.

All night sailor with a cheshire grin
that must be the Jack of Roses bound for Terrapin.

Chasing that lady-o through the bayou,
swore to God in lightnin' storm he'd catch her too.

Fortune dealt him such a straight high hand,
he saw no reason not to trust it more, and retrieved her fan.

The lions looked up in surprise
but they backed right off
when they saw the maddness in his eyes.

Venus rises from the sea
on the back of a mighty Terrapin with a corral fan.

Throws that fan to the diamond beach,
always a little out of reach, but try again.

Some for reasons both great or small,
rise, climb, fall, to get to Terrapin.


That's It For the Other One   by  Jerry Garcia 


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.

A spanish lady comes to me, she lays on me this rose.
It's rainbows spiral round and round and tremble then explode.
It left a smokin' crater of my mind I'd like to have blown away.
The heat came round and busted me for smilin' on a cloudy day.

Comin', comin', comin' around,         comin' around,
                               comin' around,   in a circle
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle,
   Comin', comin', comin' around,     comin'  in a circle.

Escaping through the lilly fields I came across an empty space,
it trembled then exploded, left a busstop in it's place.
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began,
There was cowboy Neal at the wheel and the bus to never-never land.

Comin', comin', comin' around,         comin' around,
                               comin' around,   in a circle
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle,
   Comin', comin', comin' around,     comin'  in a circle.

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


They Love Each Other  by  Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Mary run around, sailin' up and down,
looking for a shore in some direction.
Got it from the top, it's nothing you can stop,
Lord, you know they made a fine connection.

They love each other,
Lord you can see that it's true,
Lord you can see that it's true,
Lord you can see that it's true.

He could pass his time, around some other line
but you know he choose this place beside her.
Don't get in their way, there's nothing you can say,
nothing that you need to add or do.

They love each other,
Lord you can see that it's true,
Lord you can see that it's true,
Lord you can see that it's true.

It's nothing, they explain, it's like a diesel train
you better not be there when it runs over,
and when that train rolls in, you wonder where it's been,
ya gotta try and see a little further.

They love each other,
Lord you can see that it's true,
Lord you can see that it's true,
Lord you can see that it's true.


 
                    THROWING STONES by Bob Weir, John Barlow, and Brent Mydland

            Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
                              Dizzy with eternity
          Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in  some clouds and sea
                          Call it home for you and me

                  A peaceful place, or so it looks from space
                      A closer look reveals the human race
                 Full of hope, full of grace is the human face
                     But afraid we may lay our home to waste

                    There's a fear down here we can't forget
                           Hasn't got a name just yet
                          Always awake, always around
                       Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down

              Now watch as the ball revolves, as the nightime falls
           And again the hunt begins and again the blood wind calls
                  By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
                But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes

                It strolls the sidewalk and it rolls the streets
                         Staking turf, dividing up meat
                  Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me
                                   You and me

                       Click flash blade in ghetto night
                           Rudies looking for a fight
                         Rat cat alley, roll them bones
                       Need that cash to feed that jones

                      And the politicians throwing stones
                       Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down

                 Commissars and pin-striped bosses roll the dice
                Anyway they fall guess who gets to pay the price
                         Money green or proletarian gray
                       Selling guns instead of food today

                 So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
                      And the politicians throwing stones
                       Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down

                 Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
                If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink
                  History's page, it is thusly carved in stone
                The future's here, we are it, we are on our own
                    On our own, on our own, we're on our own













                  If the game is lost then we're all the same
                     No one left to place or take the blame
                    Will we leave this place an empty stone,
               Or that shining ball of blue we can call our home?

                 So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
                      And the politicians throwing stones
                       Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down

                         Shipping powders back and forth
                    Black goes south and white comes north
                     And the whole world full of petty wars
                    Singing, "I got mine and you got yours"

                      And the current fashions set the pace
                       Lose your step fall out of grace
                       And the radical, he rant and rage
                    Singing, "Someone got to turn the page"
                      With the rich man in his summer home
                    Singing, "Just leave well enough alone"
                   Well, his pants are down, his cover's blown

                      And the politicians throwing stones
                 So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
                   'Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
                       Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down

            Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
                      It's dizzying, the possibilities...
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down
                           Ashes, ashes all fall down



Til the Morning Comes  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Til the morning comes, it'll do you fine,
til the morning comes, like a highway sign,
showing you the way, leaving no doubt,
of the way on in or the way back out.

Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you,
you're my woman now, make yourself easy,
make yourself easy, make yourself easy.

Til we all fall down, it'll do you fine,
don't think about what you left behind,
the way you came or the way you go,
let your tracks be lost in the dark and snow.

Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you,
you're my woman now, make yourself easy,
make yourself easy, make yourself easy.

When the shadows grow, it'll do you fine,
when the cold winds blow, it'll ease your mind,
the shape it takes could be yours to choose,
what you may win, what you may lose.

Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you,
you're my woman now, make yourself easy,
make yourself easy, make yourself easy.

You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
You're my woman now, make yourself easy.



To Lay Me Down  by Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter and Bill Kreutzmann


To lay me down, once more, to lay me down
with my head in sparklin' clover
let the world go by, all lost in dreamin'
to lay me down, one last time, to lay me down

To be with you, once more, to be with you.
with our bodies close together
let the world go by, like clouds a'streamin'
to lay me down, one last time, to lay me down

to lay me down, to lay me down
to lay me down, one last time, to lay me down
to lie with you, once more, to lie with you
with our dreams entwined together
to wake beside you, my love still sleepin'
to tell sweet lies, one last time and say good night
to lay me down, to lay me down
to lay me down, one last time, to lay me down
to lay me down, one last time, to lay me down
to lay me down, to lay me down
to lay me down, to lay me down
to lay me down



Tom Thumb Blues  by Bob Dylan


When your lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too
When your gravity is down and negativity won't pull you through
Don't you put on any airs when you down on Rue Morgue Avenue.
They got some hungry creatures there they'll surely make a mess out of you

If you see St Annie, please tell her thanks alot
My thoughts they are twisted, my tentacles are all in a knot
I don't even have the strength to get up and take another shot.
Now my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell what it was that I dropped

Now sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom.
She speaks good English as she invites you up into her room.
And you, you were so damn conscientious, you couldn't go to her too soon
Still she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon.

Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You must choose one or the other though neither are to be what they claim
If you're looking to get silly, you better get back from where you came
You know the cops don't need you and we all expect the same.

Now all the authorities, they just lay around and boast
About how they blackmailed the President into leaving his post.
And picking up Angel,
Who arrived up here from the coast,
Who looked so fine at first, but left looking like a ghost.

Now I started out heinakin, still hit the harder stuff
Everybody swore they stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call my bluff
I'm goin' back to San Enselmo, I do believe I had enough.

Tons of Steel 	by Brent Mydland


I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile
We've seen a dozen dreams in every passing mile.
Can't begin to count the trips that she and I have made,
But I wish I had a dollar for each time we've both been down this grade.

900,000 tons of steel made to roll.
Her brakes don't work and this grade's so steep
her engine's sure to blow.
900,000 tons of steel out of control
She's more a roller coaster than the train I used to know.

It's one hell of an understatement to say she can't get beat.
She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine!
She wasn't built to travel at the speed a rumour flies 
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn the ties.

900,000 tons of steel made to roll.
Her brakes don't work and this grade's so steep
her engine's sure to blow.
900,000 tons of steel out of control
She's more a roller coaster than the train I used to know.

Murphy sure outdone himself to pick this stretch of track.
I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back.
Well I have prayed to God this ain't the day we meet.
I've done 'bout everything but try draggin' my feet!

900,000 tons of steel made to roll.
Her brakes don't work and this grade's so steep
her engine's sure to blow.
900,000 tons of steel out of control
She's more a roller coaster than the train I used to know.

Ooh, ooh, I wanna go down slow
Ooh, ooh,ooh,ooh ooh,ooh,ooh
900,000 tons of steel out of control
she's more a roller coaster 
than the train I used to know.



Tore Up Over You  by Hank Ballard


Ever since you been gone
I just cried the whole night long
Since the day you said goodbye
Left me sore, no lie, no lie

Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way.
Tore up!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up,
Woh-oh-oh tore up!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up,
Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way.

Never loved me like ya told me so
If you did how could you go?
It was you, not me, that left
And went away with someone else

Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way.
Tore up!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up,
Woh-oh-oh tore up!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up,
Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way.

Tell me what did I do
To make you go away?
Tell me what can I do
To make you come back to stay?

Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way.
Tore up!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up,
Woh-oh-oh tore up!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up,
Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way.



Touch of Grey  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

Must be getting early
Clocks are running late
Paint by number morning sky
Looks so phony

Dawn is breaking everywhere
Light a candle, curse the glare 
Draw the curtains, I don't care 'cause
It's all right

I will get by - I will get by
I will get by - I will survive

I see you've got your list out
Say your piece and get out
Yes I get the gist of it 
but it's all right

Sorry that you feel that way
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining's got a
Touch of Grey

I will get by - I will get by
I will get by - I will survive

It's a lesson to me
The Ables and the Bakers and the C's
The ABC's we all must face
And try to keep a little grace

It's a lesson to me
The deltas and the east and the freeze
The ABC's we all think of
Try to give a little love.

I know the rent is in arrears
The dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears
but it's all right.

Cows giving kerosene
Kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene
but it's all right

I will get by - I will get by
I will get by - I will survive

The shoe is on the hand it fits
There's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit
causeit's all right.

Oh well a Touch Of Grey
Kind of suits you anyway.
That was all I had to say 
It's all right.

I will get by - I will get by
I will get by - I will survive
We will get by - We will get by
We will get by - We will survive
Truckin'  by Jerry Garcia,Bob Weir,Phil Lesh,and Robert Hunter

Truckin', got my chips cashed in,
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line,
Just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashin' marquees out on main street,
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream.
Hang it up and see what tommorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine;
Houston, too close to New Orleans;
New York's got the ways and means;
But just won't let you be, oh no.

Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love.
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin' 
Out of the door and down on the street all alone.

Truckin', like the do-dah man
Once told me "Gotta play your hand.
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay'em down."

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been.

Now what in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She's lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same.
Livin' on reds, and vitamin C, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is ain't it a shame.

Truckin', up to Buffalo,
Been thinkin' you got to mellow slow.
It takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on.

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again.
I like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.

Busted, down on Bourbon Street.
Set up, like a bowling pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin,
They just won't let you be, oh no.

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.






Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been.

Truckin' , I'm a goin' home,
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And git back truckin' on.

Hey now git back truckin' home.



Turn On Your Love Light  by D.Malone,J.Scott


Without a warning you broke my heart,
takin' it baby, tore it apart
and you left me standin' in the dark
said your love for me was dyin'.

Come on baby, baby please
come on baby, cause I'm on my knees,
turn on your lights
let it shine on me
shine on your love light
let it shine on me
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

When I get lonely in the middle of the night
and I need you darlin' to make things allright

So come on baby, baby please
and I'm beggin' you baby cause I'm on my knees,
tunr on your lights
let it shine on me
turn on your love light
let it shine on me
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Without a warning you broke my heart
takin' it baby tore it apart,
and you left me standin' in the dark
shine your love for me was dark.

Come on baby, baby please
I'm beggin' you baby I'm on my knees,
shine on your lights
let it shine on me
turn on your love light
let it shine on me
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.



Two Souls in Communion  by ???


What are they seeing,
when they look in each other's eyes?

What are they feeling,
when they see each other smile?

Is it love, I don't know--
or an emotion that I've outgrown?

Did I take a wrong turn-in on life's winding road?
Won't somebody help me find the right way to go?

My life needs some correction,
alteration and direction,
won't somebody stand by me--
yes, I'm lost,
yes, I'm lost,
yes, I'm lost.

What is the secret of this time of mine?
Two souls in communion, both body and mind.
Is it special magic, or just the nature of things?
Come see the great spirit, not for beggars but for kings.

You who have found it please help me along,
I'm a man, I'm a man,--I'm not made out of stone.
My needs they are simple, I don't want anything,
but I surely want to fly on those wings, on the run, one more time.

All I wanna do, fly up, fly home,
Fly on those wings of love, fly up, fly home,
I'm a staying in your town, fly up, fly home,
Help me somebody please! Fly up, fly home.

I wake up early in the morning, fly up, fly home,
you know I never saw you babe, fly up, fly home.

I just can't seem to understand,
can't seem to understand what's wrong, fly up, fly home.

What I wanna do is take a little ride with you,
on the wings of love,
woh-oh one more time,
one more time.



Unbroken Chain   by  Phil Lesh and Bob Peterson

Blue light rain,
well unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces 
in an empty window pane.

Listening for the secret, 
searching for the sound
But I could only hear the preacher 
and the baying of his hounds.

Willow sky, woh,
I walk and wonder why,
They say love your brother,
but you will catch it when you try.

Roll you down the line poor boy, 
drop you for a loss,
Ride you out on the cold railroad 
and nail you to a cross.

November and more,
as I wait for the score,
They're telling me forgiveness 
is the key to every door.

A slow winter day 
a night like forever
sink like a stone, 
float like the feather.

Lilac rain, unbroken chain
Song of the Saw-Whet owl.
Out on a mountain, it'll drive you insane
Listening to the winds howl.

Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls,
Unbroken chain of sky and sea.
Unbroken chain of the western wind,
Unbroken chain of you and me.



Uncle John's Band  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Well the first days are the hardest days,don't you worry any more,
cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice.
Will you come with me, won't you come with me?
Woh-oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?

Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me."
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he know.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Woh-oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb;
I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune,
anybody's choice, I can hear your voice.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the risin' tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about here beside the risin' tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.



U.S. Blues  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 

Red and white, blue suede shoes,
I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Give me five, I'm still alive.
Ain't no luck, I learned to duck.

Check my pulse, it don't change.
Stays seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag,
Rock the boat, skin the goat.

Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.

I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am;
Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand
Of P. T. Barnum and Charlie Chann.

Shine your shoes, light the fuse.
Can you use them old U.S. Blues?
I'll drink ya health, share ya wealth,
Run ya life, steal ya wife.

Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.

Back to back chicken shack.
Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose, 
You can call this all the United States Blues.

Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.


Valerie  by: Jerry Garcia-Robert Hunter


Hey Valerie, baby, what's the matter with you?
I did all of the things that you wanted me to.
I went downtown with my pocketknife,
Cut your other man, but I spared his life.
Valerie, won't you be good to me?

Hey Valerie, baby, what's the matter with you?
Come on, come on baby, and tell me true.
Hey now baby, what did I do?
I shot my dog, 'cause he growled at you.
Valerie, won't you be good to me?

Valerie, what's the matter with me?
I never, ever done you no wrong.
I sang the blues, baby, all night long.
Valerie, what's the matter with me?
Though I do anything that you say,
I can't understand why you tell me "please go away".

I ain't afraid of the cold, cruel world outside.
No Chicken Little, running from a falling sky.
The only thing that troubles me is you...
if you leave me, what will I do?
Valerie, won't you be good to me?

You got me down on the knees of my shakin' feet.
Can't play the blues, 'cause of you I drop the beat.
Valerie, what's your complaint? 
I try to be everything I ain't.
Valerie, won't you be good to me?



 Victim or the Crime  By Bob Weir and John Barlow


Patience runs out on the junkie
The dark side hires another soul.
Did he steal his fate or earn it?
Was he force fed, did he learn it?
What ever happened to his precious self-control?

Like him, I'm tired of trying to heal
this tom-cat heart with which I'm blessed
Is destruction loving's twin?
Must I choose to lose or win?
Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed.

These are the horns of the dilemma,
What truth is proof against all lies?
When sacred fails before profane
The wisest man is deemed insane
Even the purest of romantics compromise.

What fixation feeds this fever
As the full moon pales and climbs
Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
Am I the victim or the crime?
Am I the victim or the crime?
Am I the victtim or the crime?

And so I wrestle with the angels
To see who'll reap the seeds I sow
Am I the driver or the driven?
Will I be damned or be forgiven?
Is there anybody but me who needs to know?

What it is that feeds this fever
as the full moon pales and climbs
Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
Am I the victim or the crime?
Am I the victim or the crime?
Am I the victim or the crime?
Am I the victim or the crime?		
Am I the victim or the crime?		
Am I the victim or the crime?
Am I the victim or the crime?
or the crime.



Viola Lee Blues   by Noah Lewis

The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it.
Clerk he wrote it down indeedy.
The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it down.
You, mister sinner, you'll be Nashville bound. (??)

Some got six months, some got one solid.
Some got one solid year indeedy.
Some got six months, some got one solid year.
But me and my buddy, both got lifetimes, yeah.

I wrote a letter, mailed it indeed.
Mailed it indeed, yeah indeedy.
I wrote a letter, mailed it indeed, yeah.
You may know by that, I've got a friend somewhere.



Visions of Johanna  by Bob Dylan

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise hold a handfull of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if its him or them that really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She'd delicate and seems like the mirror
But she makes it all to concise and too clear 
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he like to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, its so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze,
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who'e pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone thats not a parasite and I'll go out and say a 
		prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much can ya man"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see the this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my concious explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain



Walk in the Sunshine  by Bob Weir and John Barlow


Look out cause here comes some free advice.

Walk in the sunshine, watch for the bright sun,
be all those things you're able to be.

You got to listen to the heavens,
you got to try and understand,
the greatness of their movement 
is just as small as it is grand.

Try not to hurry, it's just not your worry.
Leave it to those all caught up in time.

You got to deep-six your wristwatch,
you got to try and understand,
the time it seems to capture
is just the movement of its hands.

I ain't preachin', I don't know
how to make fast things move along slow,
I can't stop it, can't make it go.

Just cause I say it, that don't mean that it's so, no, no,
watch what you hear now, make sure it's clear now,
just cause it's said that don't mean that it's true.
So all we say:

You got to make a revolution,
you got to help me with my cause,
you got to burn down all the buildings,
you got to throw out all the laws.

I ain't burning, Lord, I'm still only learning
how to become a man of my own.

I ain't crazy, nor am I lazy,
just want to find out what's right and what's wrong.

I ain't crazy, oh! the world keeps on turning,
I'm still trying to find out what's right and what's wrong.

I ain't crazy!



 Wang-Dang-Doodle   by Willie Dixon

Tell ole Automatic Slim
Tell ole Razor-Totin' Jim
Tell ole Butcher-Knife-Totin' Anne
Tell ole Fast-Talkin' Fanny
We gonna pitch a ball
Down at the union hall
Gonna romp and tromp till midnight
Gonna fuss and fight till daylight 

We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle 
All night long, all night long, all night long
We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle 
All night long

Tell ole Kudu-Crawlin' Red
Tell Albert Senior Ned
Tell ole Pistol Pete
Tell everybody he meet
Tonight we need no rest
We're really gonna throw a mess
We're gonna break down all the windows
We're gonna kick down all the doors

We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle 
All night long, all night long, all night long, all night long
We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle 
All night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam
That everybody gonna jam
Tell Shakey and Boxcar Joe
We got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peggy and Caroline Dye
We gonna have a heck-of-a-time
When the fish scent fills the air
There'll be snuff juice everywhere

We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle 
All night long, all night long
All night long
We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle 
All night long

Let me howl to you   (howls 3 times)
All night long
We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle 
All night long
All night long
All night long



Weather Report Suite (Part I)  by Weir, Andersen, and Weir


Winter rain, now tell me why,
Summers fade, and roses die.
The answer came; the wind and rain.

Golden hills, now veiled in grey,
Summer leaves have blown away.
Now what remains? The wind and rain.

And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
Flowing,
Flowing 'til the waters all are dry,
Growing,
The loving in her eyes.

Circle songs and sands of time,
and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
and little change, the wind and rain.

And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
Flowing,
Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry,
Growing,
The loving in her eyes.

Winter grey and falling rain,
We'll see summer come again,
Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
Same old friends the wind and rain (we'll see summer bye and bye).

Winter grey and falling rain,
Summers fade and roses die,
You'll see summer come again,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky.


Weather Report Suite (Part II)  by Bob Weir and John Barlow


Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds,
Silver beads, pass into the sea.

She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,
She's brown as the bank where she kneals down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.

Let it flow,
greatly grow,
wide and clear.

Round and round, the cut of the plough in the furrowed field,
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plough ever knowing
that the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing

Let it grow,
Let it grow,
Greatly yield.

What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am!"
"I am!  I am!  I am."

So it goes, we make what we made since the world began.
Nothing more, love of the women, work of man.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down
as we rise and fall.

What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
and the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am!"
"I am!  I am!  I am."



We Can Run But We Can't Hide  By Brent Mydland and John Barlow


We don't own this place, though we act as if we did,
It belongs to the children of our children's kids.
The actual owners haven't even been born yet.   

But we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent,
Some of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit.

Chorus:
We can run,
But we can't hide from it.
Of all possible worlds,
We only got one:
We gotta to ride on it.
Whatever we've done,
We'll never get far from what we leave behind,
Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide.
Oh no, we can't hide.

I'm dumpin' my trash in your back yard
Bein' sure you don't notice really isn't so hard
You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them.

Well, it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor,
We got everyone believing that more is more,
If a reckoning comes, maybe we'll know what to do then.

Bridge:
All these complications seem to leave no choice,
I heard the tongues of billions speak with just one voice,
Saying, "Just leave all the rest to me,
I need it worse than you, you see."
And then I heard...
The sound of one child crying.  

Today I went walking in the amber wind,
There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in
I remember the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine.

But now it beats down on the asphalt land
Like a hammering blow from God's left hand
What little still grows cringes in the shade til the nighttime.



West LA Fadeaway  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter

I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I don't want to buy it, just want to rent it for an hour or two

Met an old mistake, walking down the street today
Met an old mistake, walking down the street today
I didn't want to be mean about it, but I didn't have one good thing to say

West LA Fadeaway, West LA Fadeaway,
Little red line on the highway, big green line of the speedway, hey, hey.

I had a steady job, haulin' items for the mob,
I had a steady job, haulin' items for the mob,
You know the pay was pathetic, it's a shame those boys couldn't be more copacetic.

I met a West LA girl, already know what I need to know
I met a West LA girl, already know what I need to know
Name, address, and phone number, know just how far to go.

West LA Fadeaway, West LA Fadeaway,
Little red line on the highway, big green line of the speedway, hey, hey.

I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I don't want to rent it, just want to use it for a minute or two.

West LA Fadeaway, West LA Fadeaway,
Little red line on the highway, big green line of the speedway, hey, hey.



Wharf Rat  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


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

Blind and dirty,
asking for a dime,
a dime for a cup of coffee,
I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story.

My name is August West,
and I love my Pearly Baker best.
More than my wine,
more than my wine--
more than my maker,
though he's no friend of mine.

Everyone saying
I've come to no good
I knew I would--Pearly, believe them.

Half of my life,
I spent doing time for some other fucker's crime,
the other half found me stumbling round drunk on burgundy wine.

But I'll get back on my feet someday,
The good Lord willing, if he says I may.
I know that the life I'm livin's no good,
I'll get a new start, lead the life I should.

I'll get up and fly away,
I'll get up and fly away,
fly away.

Pearly's been true,
true to me, true to my dying days,
I said to him,
I said to him, I'm sure she's been
I said to him, I'm sure she's been true to you.

Got up and wandered,
wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around.

I gotta girl, 
named Bonnie Lee,
I know that girl's been true to me.
I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me.



What's Become of the Baby?  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter


Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow-wing singing birds fly 'round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on horses draw up the dawn
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?

Songbirds frozen in their flight
Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Dawning answer comes there none.

Go to sleep you child dream of never-ending always
Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn,
But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn?
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?

Racing in rhythms of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman
Allah, where are you now?

All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters
Scheherazade gathering stories to tell
From primal gold fantasy petals that fold,
But where is the child who played with the sunshines?
And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?
"Standing stream" cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of
shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead.



The Wheel by Jerry Garcia, Bill Kreutzmann, and Robert Hunter


The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
you can't let go and you can't hold on,
you can't go back and you can't stand still,
if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.

Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?

Round, round robin run round, gotta get back where you belong,
little bit harder, just a little bit more,
a little bit harder than ya gone before.

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
you can't let go and you can't hold on,
you can't go back and you can't stand still,
if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.

Small wheel turnin' by the fire in the rod,
big wheel turn by the grace of God,
every time that wheel turn round,
bound to cover just a little more ground.

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
you can't let go and you can't hold on,
you can't go back and you can't stand still,
if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.

Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?

The Weight  by Robbie Robertson

I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past DEAD
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me, where a man might find a bed
He just grinned and shook my hand, "No" was all he said.

Chorus:
Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

I picked up my bags, I went looking for a place to hide
Then I saw old Carmen and the devil walking side by side
I said, "Hey Carmen, c'mon, let's go downtown"
She said, "I gotta go, but my friend can stick around"

Chorus

Go down, Miss moses, ain't nothin you can say
It's just old Luke, and Luke's waiting on judgement day
Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Annalee
He said, "Do me a favor, son, won't you stay and keep Annalee comapany"

Chorus

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
said, "I will fix your rag, if you'll take Jack, my dog"
I said, "Wait a minute Chester-you know, I'm a peaceful man"
He said, "That's ok, boy, won't you feed him whenever you can"

Chorus

Get you cannonball, now to take me down the line
My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it's time
To get back to miss Fanny, you know she's the only one
Who sent me here, with her regards for everyone

Chorus

When a Man Loves a Woman   by Robert Hunter


When you cross the sea of emotion
in a boat with no passenger side
throwing all sense of precaution
to the waves to be lapped with the tide

with the west-born sun in your eyes
like the note of a bell from the blue
with the keys to the moon and the sky
and it means less than nothing to you

When a man loves a woman, the way I love you
nothing else matters, the way that you do

When you sweat from the face for a living
to retain some semblance of pride
and the work of your hands in a highway
for a car which you'll never ride

when management threatens a layoff
and the union is striking for rights
and your benefit claim is rejected
there's a paing which nothing can hide

When a man loves a woman, the way I love you
nothing else matters, the way that you do

When you fail to live up to your promise
and you falter so far from your dreams
you have no distinctions or honors
and your patience is frayed at the seams

as long as your lovelight is burning
your house can collapse to the ground
as long as the world is turning
as long as she is still around

When a man loves a woman, the way I love you
nothing else matters, the way that you do

When a man writes a love song
and I don't mean a construct of rhyme
but a couple of lines where his heart talks
seeming perfectly clear at the time

He offers it up for your favor
instead of a diamond brocade
don't ask what he means by forever
accept that he means today

When a man loves a woman, the way I love you
nothing else matters, the way that you do



When I Paint My Masterpiece  by: Bob Dylan

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.
She promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.

Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wasting time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle,
I could hardly stand to see 'em,
Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb.

Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, ev'rything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody,
When I paint my masterpiece.

Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola,
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca Cola!

I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles,
Ev'ryone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.

Newspaper men eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, ev'rything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.



When Push Comes To Shove  by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia
 
Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear
With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick
Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes to punch you in the eye
With shotguns full of silver and bullets made of glass
String barb wire at your feet and do not let you pass
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove
You're afraid of love when push comes to shove

Shaking in the bedroom with covers on your head
Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed.
The phantom in the closet, scratching at the door
The latest mystery killer that you saw on channel 4
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows
Here there may be roses to punch you in the nose
Twist their arms around you, snap you til you cry
Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you til you die
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove
You're afraid of love when push comes to shove

When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove
You're afraid of love when push comes to shove 



 Wherewolves of London   by Warren Zevon

I saw a werewolf with a chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London

He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the Werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the Werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London
Draw blood




Yellow Moon  by Robert Hunter   mod 3/91


Anxious hope and thoughts of love
will never let me down, not let me go
Inside, my heart's a cage of ice
Loved and lost, still toss the lonely dice

I burned the whole night long
my thoughts were never far from you
Love that locks and binds must die
But when it dies a part of you goes too.

Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
  trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
  sits you right back down where you belong.

I don't fit my hat sometimes, I get so full of clouds
Every time I pass your door I hear you cry out loud
Sometimes I look the same to you as you have looked to me
My eyes get filled so full of stars, I don't know when to leave

Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
  trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
  sits you right back down where you belong.

Love is like the April rain that makes the harvest grow
And when it grows it's like the summer gold
Love is like the coloured leaves that drift down from the trees
One by one til every tale is told

Now if I go a dancing out across the yellow moon
I'll be home by morning if it doesn't come too soon
If you seek protection go and find a safer man
And if he can't give you what you need then come on by again.

Priestess of the sun and moon and goddess of the wind
You know too much to ever lose and not enough to win
Though you built your house upon the rock and not upon the sand
You're still looking out your window for another travelin' man.

Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
  trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
  sits you right back down where you belong.



You Ain't Woman Enough

You come to tell me something you say I ought to know.
That he don't love me any more and I'll have to let him go.
Well you say you're gonna take him, well I don't think you can,
Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man.

Women like you they come a dime-a-dozen, you can buy 'em anywhere.
For you to get to him I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here.
It'll be over my dead body, better get out while you can,
Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man.

Some times a man starts looking at things that he don't need,
He took a second look at you and he's still in love with me.
Well I don't know where that leaves you, but I know where I stand,
And you ain't woman enough to take my man.

Women like you they come a dime-a-dozen, you can buy 'em anywhere.
For you to get to him I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here.
It'll be over my dead body, better get out while you can,
Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man.

Women like you they come a dime-a-dozen, you can buy 'em anywhere.
For you to get to him I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here.
It'll be over my dead body, better get out while you can,
Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man.



You Win Again  by Hank Williams


The news is out,
all over town
that you've been seen,
out runnin' round.

I know that I
should leave, but then
I just can't go,
You win again.

This heart of mine,
could never see
what everybody knows but me.

Just trustin' you
was my great sin,
I just can't go, Lord
You win again.

This heart of mine,
could never see
what everybody knows but me.

Just trustin' you
was my great sin,
I just can't go, Lord
You win again.

This heart of mine,
could never see
what everybody--body knows but me.

Just trustin' you
was my great sin,
I just can't go, Lord
You win again.

What can I do, Lord
You win again.