7/19/87 Maggie's Farm 4/5/95
(Bob Dylan)

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
An, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

The Maker
(Daniel Lanois)

Oh Oh Deep Water
Black and Cold Like the night
I stand with Arms Wide Open
I've run a twisted mind (?)
I'm a stranger in the Eyes of the Maker

I could not see, For the Fog in my Eyes
I could not feel, For the Fear in my Life
From acroos the greate divide
In the distance I saw a light
John Baptist walkin to me with the maker

My body is bent and broken
By Love and dangerously (?)
I can't work the fields of Abraham
And turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the Hands of the Maker

Brother John, Have you seen the Homeless daughter
Standing there, with broken wings
I have seen flaming souls, There over East of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the Eyes of the Maker
Burning in the Eyes of the Maker

Oh River Rise from your sleep

6/11/69 Mama Tried 6/25/95
(Merle Haggard)

The first I remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin'
And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride.
On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I was bound
No one could steer me right, but mama tried.

Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
In spite of all my Sunday learnin'
For the bad I kept on turnin' and mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole
No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied
That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.

Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
Oh she tried to raise me right, but I refused.

And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole
No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied
That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.

7/2/81 Man Smart, Women Smarter 6/21/95
(Norman Span)

Let us put men and women together, see which one is smarter,
Some say men, but I say no, women got the men like a puppet show.

It ain't me it's the people that say, men are leading women astray,
I say, it's the women today, smarter than the men in every way,
That's right the women are smarter, the women are smarted that's right.

Little boy sitting in the corner and cry, big man come and ask him why,
He said "I can't do what the big boys do", the man sat down and he cried too.

It ain't me it's the people that say, men are leading women astray,
I say, it's the women today, smarter than the men in every way.
That's right the women are smarter, the women are smarted that's right

Ever since the world began women been imitating the ways of men,
But listen cause I've got a plan, give it up just don't try to understand.

It ain't me it's the people that say, men are leading women astray,
I say, it's the women today, smarter than the men in every way.
That's right the women are smarter, the women are smarted that's right.

12/19/69 Mason's Children 2/14/70
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

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

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

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

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

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

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

7/20/94 Mathilda 6/19/95
(Belafonte)

Hey Mathilda, Mathilda, Mathilda
She take my money and run, Venezuela

Five hundred dollars friends I lost
Poor man even sell my cab and horse
Matilda, she take my money and run Venezuela

Well the money was to buy my house and land
Then she got a serious plan

Well the money was just inside my bed
Stuck up in the pillow beneath my head

Well my friends never to love again
All my money gone in vain

4/13/83 Maybe You Know 4/21/86
(Brent Mydland)

Have you ever wanted something, wanted it so fuckin' bad.
That you'd lie, that you'd cheat, that you'd fight in the street.
A chance to lose what little you had.

Maybe you know I'll be there, maybe you know I'll be there
Maybe you know I'll be there, compared to you, I don't seem so mean.

I've been hearin' for a long time.
I've been hearin' about some loser band.
Ain't gettin' younger, but I ain't goin' under.
I was promised to rock & roll, this is sad.

Time is only wasted, talkin' that will take your life
When it all comes down, we're a couple of bums.
I know I'll get more tonite.

Now you don't owe me nothin', don't take it so personally.
There's only one way to make it today and I'm doing all I can for me.

11/29/70 Me and Bobby McGee 12/31/81
(Kris Kristofferson, Fred Foster)

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.

I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time, Bobby clappin' hands,
We sang every song that driver knew.

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

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

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

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

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

11/29/66 Me and My Uncle 7/6/95
(John Phillips)

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

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

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

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

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

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

7/4/87 Memphis Blues 4/2/95
(Bob Dylan)

Ah the rag man draws circles up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter but I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly and they furnished me with tape.
But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape.
Oh mama, can this really be the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Well Shakespeare he's in the ally with his pointed shoes and his bells.
Speaking to some french girl who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message to find out if she'd talked.
But the post office has been stolen and the mailbox is locked.
Oh mama, can this really be the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me to stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said "oh I didn't know that, but then again there's only one I've met.
And he just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette".
Oh mama, can this really be the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week and now he's buried in the rocks.
And everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked.
But me I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control.
When he build a fire on Main street and shot it full of holes.
Oh mama, can this really be the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Now the senator came down here, showing everyone his gun.
Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son.
And me I nearly got busted. And wouldn't it be my luck.
To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath the truck.
Ah mama, is this really the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Now the teen preacher looked so baffled when I asked him why he'd dressed,
With twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved to him,
then I whispered said that not even you can hide.
You see your just like me I hope your satisfied.
Oh mama, can this really be the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Now the rainman gave me two cures, then he said "jump right in".
The one was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin.
And like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind,
And people just get uglier, and I have no sense of time.
Oh mama, can this really be the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

When Ruthie says come see her in her honky tonk lagoon.
Where I can watch her waltz for free neath a Panamanian moon.
And I say ah come on now, you know you know about my debutantes.
She says your debutante knows what you need, but I knows what you want.
Oh mama, can this really be the end.
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Now the bricks lay on Grand street. Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly. It all seems so well timed.
And here I sit so patiently waiting to find out past.
You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice.
Ah mama, is this really the end.
To be stuck here inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Mercy of a Fool

She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette is bound to Writhe
Light birds and fireflies settle around her
Days grow, long strange feeling, waterfalls shine this time of year
Our lives go down the stream, shooting the rapids bright as gold
The arms you gave me bright as the eye of the hurricane
We're all just the sage going.
Every moment is perfect, no sin is a jewel
If man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool
Watching seasons go as sunshine turns blue and blue so close

The great ghost feeling the music is
Every beat knows its part, keep its spirit in a circle
The moment is perfect, the eye's a jewel
If man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool

10/19/71 Mexicali Blues 6/25/95
(Bob Weir, John Barlow)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Midnight Getaway

I heard you 'round about midnight,
slipping out of the bed.
You thought that I was fast asleep.

Heard your slippers in the midnight hallway,
and I heard you rustling around,
trying not to make a sound.

Heard the tap of your high heels,
and the click of the lock on the door.
Baby, I hope you know what you're doing.

Heard you walking down the stairs,
and I counted them one by one,
one for each year that flew by.

Heard you stop and turn back once,
then I thought I heard you sigh.
Or maybe it was the breeze.

Heard the jingle of your keys,
and you stumbled and cursed the cat
that was sleeping on the stairs under the stars.

Heard you open the car door softly;
you must have been there half an hour,
turning it all around in your head.

Were you sitting there
waiting for me to come down and call your name?
I wonder--were you waiting for me?
Waiting for me?

Then I heard the motor turn over,
and I heard you driving away,
way before the break of day.

Heard your engine for a long, long time,
'cause the night was so cold and quiet
as you made your getaway in the night.

1/7/66 Midnight Hour 10/17/94
(Wilson Pickett, Steve Cropper)

I'm gonna wait 'till the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'till the midnight hour
When there's nobody else around
I'm gonna take you girl and hold you
Do all things I told you in the midnight hour

I'm gonna hold you in my arms and see the twinkle in your eyes
I'm gonna wait 'till the midnight hour
That's when my love begins to shine
You're the only girl I know
Really love you so in the midnight hour

Midnight Moonlight

If you ever feel lonesome when you're down in San Antone
Beg, steal or borrow two nickels or dime to call me on the phone
And I'll meet you at Alamo Mission, where we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us as we kneel there
In the moonlight, in the midnight, in the moonlight, midnight, moonlight

If you ever feel sorrow for the deeds you have done
With no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun
And the ocean is howling for the things that might have been
And that last good morning sunrise will be the brightest you've ever seen
In the moonlight, in the midnight, in the moonlight, midnight, moonlight

6/3/76 Might As Well 3/23/94
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6/4/74 Mission in the Rain 6/29/76
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7/16/72 Mississippi Half Step Uptown Toodeloo 7/6/95
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Across the Rio Grandeeo, Across the lazy river.

Mississippi Moon
(Peter Rowan)

You tell me you're lonely
I know how you feel
Leaning up at the bars
Rocking back on my heels
She's a wild bird who wandered
Too easy to stray
I knew she had to lose me
To find her own way

Oh, Corey, I'll be coming soon
Through the Louisiana pines to the Mississippi moon
Through the Louisiana pines to the Mississippi moon

A wave on the ocean
A whirlwind on the sand
I took a notion
That her ship would not land
So light me a candle
In the forest so deep
Honey lay down beside me
Angels rock us to sleep

Oh, Corey, I'll be coming soon
Through the Louisiana pines to the Mississippi moon
Through the Louisiana pines to the Mississippi moon
Through the Louisiana pines to the Mississippi moon
Through the Louisiana pines to the Mississippi moon

7/31/71 Mister Charlie 5/26/72
(Ron McNernan, Robert Hunter)

I take a little powder, take a little salt, put it in my shotgun, I go walkin'
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.

I won't even take your life, won't even take a limb,
Just unload my shotgun, take a little skin.
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.

Well you take my silver dollar, take those silver dimes,
Fix it up together in some alligator wine.
I can hear the drums, voodoo all night long,
Mister Charlie tells me I can't do nothing wrong.
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.

Now Mister Charlie told me, won't you like to know,
Give you little warning before I let you go.
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie, Mister Charlie told me so.

3/25/72 Mona 10/27/91
(Ellis McDaniels aka Bo Diddley)

Hey Mona, said hey Mona, hey Mona

Tell you Mona what I want to do
Build a house next door to you.

I come see you maybe sometime
We'd go k-k kiss everybody (?)

So come on come on, on the floor!
To listen to my heart go thump-i-ty bump bump

Well I need you babe and it ain't no lie
Without true love my true love might die

Said hey Mona, hey Mona, said hey Mona, hey Mona

5/17/74 Money, Money 5/21/74
(Bob Weir, John Barlow)

My baby gives me the finance blues, Tax me to the limit of my revenues.
Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.

She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money.

She say, "Money, honey", I'd rob a bank,
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank.
Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and load,
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.

She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money.

Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again,
I got a notion that your leadin' me to sin.
Won't you relax, won't you lay way back,
Don't you bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac.
It's only bucks, you don't need no jack.
So won't you please relax and lay way back.

My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills.
Now some folks say the best things in life are free,
I sure don't get no lovin' livin' honestly.

She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money.

Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, next thing you know, you got women's lib.
Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch;
It's a real shame that they got to cost so much.

12/19/69 Monkey and the Engineer 2/12/89
(Jesse Fuller)

Once upon a time there was an engineer.
Drove a locomotive both far and near.
Accompanied by a monkey that would sit on a stool
Watching everything the engineer would do
One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat,
He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat,
The monkey pulled the throttle, the locomotive jumped the gun
And did 80 miles an hour down the mainline run.

Big locomotive right on time, big locomotive coming down the line.
Big locomotive No. 99, left the engineer with a worried mind.

The engineer called up the dispatcher on the phone,
To tell him all about his locomotive was gone.
Dispatcher got on the wire, switch operator to the right,
Cause the monkey's got the main line sewed up tight.
The switch operator got the message on time,
Said there's a Northbound livin' on the same main line,
Open up the switch I'm gonna let him through the hole,
Cause the monkey's got the locomotive under control.

Big locomotive right on time, big locomotive coming down the line.
Big locomotive No. 99, left the engineer with a worried mind.

1/14/67 Morning Dew 6/21/95
(Bonnie Dobson)

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

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

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

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

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

2/11/69 Mountains of the Moon 7/12/69
(Robert Hunter, Jerry Garcia, Phil Lesh)

Cold mountain water, the jade merchant's daughter,
Mountains of the moon, electra bow and bend to me.
Heigh ho the carrion crow fol de rol de riddle.
Heigh ho the carrion crow bow and bend to me.

Hey, Tom Banjo hey a laurel. More than laurel you say sow.
More than laurel you may sow.
Hey, the laurel, hey the city in the rain,
Hey, hey, hey, the wild wheat waving in the wind.

Twenty degrees of solitude, twenty degrees in all,
All the dancing kings and wives assembled in the hall.
Lost is the long and loneliest town, fairly sybil flying.
All along the, all along the mountains of the moon.

Hey, Tom Banjo it's time to matter,
The earth will see you on through this time,
The earth will see you on through this time.

Down by the water, the Marsh King's daughter, did you know?
Clothed in tatters always will be. Tom, where did you go?

Mountains of the moon, Electra, mountains of the moon,
All along the, all along the mountains of the moon.

Heigh ho the carrion crow fol de rol de riddle.
Heigh ho the carrion crow bow and bend to me.
Bend to me. Na da da da da da da da da da da da.

8/13/75 The Music Never Stopped 6/28/95
(Bob Weir, John Barlow)

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

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

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

Sun went down in honey and the moon came up in wine,
You know stars were spinnin' dizzy, Lord
The band kept us too busy we forgot about the time.

They're a band beyond description, Like Jehovah's favorite choir
People joining hand in hand While the music played the band, Lord
They're setting us on fire.

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

Keep on dancin' thru the daylight, Greet the mornin' air with song
No ones's noticed, but the band's all pack and gone. Was it ever there at all?
But they keep on dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands
Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn's a bumper crop
And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin'
The music never stopped.

11/8/70 My Babe 11/8/70
(Willie Dixon)

My baby don't stand no foolin' with love.

3/25/83 My Brother Esau 10/3/87
(Bob Weir, John Barlow)

My brother Esau killed the hunter, back in 1969,
Before the killing was done his inheritance was mine.
When at first my brother walked away,
Before a weary band,
Esau gave his sleeplessness for a piece of moral land.

Our father favored Esau, he was eager to obey,
All the wild commandments, the old man shot his way.
But all this ended when, my brother failed at war,
He staggered home and found me in the door.

Esau he's on rollerskates today,
And he make a statement to someone in L.A.
Sometimes at night I dream, he's still that hairy man,
Shadow boxing the apocalypse, wandering the land.

Esau holds the blessing, brother Esau holds the curse,
I was thinking that the blame was mine,
But suspected something worse.
The more my brother looks like me, the more I understand,
The silent war it bloodied both our hands.
Sometimes at night I think I understand.
None of us can win.
Outside that dream, still that hairy man.
Well sometimes at night I think I understand.
Shadowboxing the apocalypse, wandering the land.

My Sisters And Brothers
(Charles Johnson)

I wanna say to my sisters and my brothers
Keep the faith,
When the storm flies and the wind blows
Go on at a steady pace,
When the battle is fought and the victory is won
We call all shout together,
"We have overcome!"
We'll talk to the Father and the Son
When we make it to the Promised Land.

Chorus:
Walk together little children,
You don't ever have to worry,
Through this world of trouble
We gotta love one another,
Let's take our fellow man by the hand
Try to help him to understand
We will all be together for ever and ever
When we make it to the promised land.

Our Bible reads,
"Thou shall not be afraid
Of the terror by night
Nor the arrow that flies by day,
Nor for the pestilence
That walketh in the darkness,
Nor for the destruction
That waiteth in the noonday hour."

Chorus

This world is not our own,
We're only passing through,
Our treasure's all laid up
Way beyond the blue,
Let's do the very best that we can
While we're traveling through this land
We can all be together,
Shakin' our hair,
When we make it the Promised Land.

Children, we can
Make it to the Promised Land, (repeat a bunch of times)
We can all be together
For ever and ever
When we make it to the Promised Land.

11/8/70 Mystery Train 11/8/70
(Phillips, Parker)

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

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

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

Mystery train, rolling down the track. Mystery train, rolling down the track.
It took my Baby, you know it ain't bringing her home.

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

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