7/16/66 Pain In My Heart 11/19/66
(Otis Redding)

Pain in my heart, treating me cold
Where can my baby be, Lord no-one knows
Pain in my heart, won't let me sleep
I wake up at night in misery, yes I do
And when my days begin to get rough
Why don't you come back, come back, came back baby
I've had enough

Of this little old
Pain in my heart, won't let me be
Oh I wake up at night in misery
Pain in my heart, treating me cold
Where can my baby be, Lord no-one knows, no they don't
And when my days begin to get rough
Won't you love me, love me, love me baby
Cause I've had enough

Palm Sunday
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

The river so white the mountain so red
And with the sunshine over my head

The honky-tonks are closed and hushed
It must be Palm Sunday again

5/15/77 Passenger 12/27/81
(Phil Lesh, 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 were sayin' the whole world is burning
Ashes have scattered too hard to turn

Upside out or 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,
What a raging beast with nothing to hide.

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

12/18/73 Peggy-O / Fenario 7/5/95
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

As we rode out to Fennario, as we rode on to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And called her by a name, pretty Peggy-O.

Will you marry me pretty Peggy-O, will you marry me pretty Peggy-O
If you will marry me, I'll set your cities free
And free all the ladies in 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 marching at the head of my soldiers.

If ever I return pretty Peggy-O, if ever I return pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return your cities I will burn
Destroy all the ladies 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 combin' 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 rode out to Fennario, as we rode out to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove,
And called her by a name, pretty Peggy-O.

4/28/89 Picasso Moon 6/25/95
(Bob Weir, John Barlow, Bob Bralove)

South of Market in the land of ruin
You'll find all manner of action,
Get your tinsel tigers in The Metal Room,
Stalking satisfaction.

They got 'em packaged up for love and money
Tattooed tots, chrome spike bunnies
I bought my mirrored shades, I'm ready to see
Roll with it, gonna roll with it, honey

But I got a felling
Like when big things collide
Like the crack before the thunder
Like I really ought to hide.

Here comes metal Angel
She looks ready to ride.
What's that she's trying to show me?
What's that she's trying to show me?

Picasso moon, shattered light
Diamond bullets ripping up the night
Picasso moon, liberate me, yeah.

I like skippin' with diversity.
Great Amazing Majesty.
And its bigger than a drive-in movie ooh-eee.
Bigger than a drive-in movie ooh-eee.

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 hits for pieces
We'd make wrinkles advertise them as creases
Please find my resignation enclosed
Roll with it, come on, lets roll in it honey.

But Dark Angel what's botherin' you,
So strange you doin' all that you do.
Dark Angel your makin' me blue.
I guess it doesn't matter.
I guees it doesn't matter.

Picasso moon, blinding ball
I hear the quikening, I hear the call
Picasso Moon fills with the sky.

Amazing Blazing Mystify.
The Lunar wind I want to fly.
And its bigger than a drive-in movie, Oh my
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 darkness, yeah-yeah, hoo
Why'm I laughin' ?
This ain't funny !

Dark angel, you just don't stop,
You break my sprit, you break my heart.
You must have a licsence for practicing their art.
I don't presume to imagine,
No, I don't presume to imagine.

Picasso moon, fractal flame
Blazing lace filling every frame
Picasso Moon, wheels within wheels, yeah.

The bells are ringing, its quite unreal,
Trying to tell y'all 'bout just how it feels.
And its bigger than a drive in movie for real,
Bigger than a drive in movie for real.

Picasso moon, shattered light
Diamond bullets ripping up the night
Picasso moon, Illuminate me, yeah.

Picasso Moon, blinding ball
I feel the quickening I hear the call
Picasso moon, filled with the sky.

Picasso moon, fractal frame
Blazing lace filling every frame
Picasso moon, wheels within wheels, yeah.

Picasso moon, shining bright
The Universe will be flyin' tonight
Picasso moon Illuminate me, YEAH!

2/18/71 Playin' In The Band 7/5/95
(Bob Weir, Micky Hart, Robert Hunter)

Some folks trust to reason others trust to might,
I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right.

Say it once again now, Whoa, I hope you'll understand
When it's done and over, Lord, 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.

Whoa, I can tell your future just look what's in your hand,
But I can't stop for nothin' I'm just playing in the band.
Playin', playin' in the band. Daybreak, daybreak on the land.

Standin' 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.

Positively 4th Street
(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

(never played live) Pride of Cucamonga (never played live)
(Phil Lesh, Robert Hunter)

Out on the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon,
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way, can't hit that border too soon.
Running hard out of Muskrat Flats, it was sixty days or double life,
Hail on my back like a shotgun blast, high wind chimes in the night.

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

Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned
By standing in the road alone, standing watching the fires burn.
The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around,
Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel, sitting doing that git on down.

Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, of, of silver apples in the sun,
Oh, 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, whoa, on Oaxaca vine.

Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga, I can see golden forests in the sun.

5/29/71 Promised Land 7/9/95
(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 motor 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 the 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-O-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.

Promontory Rider
(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

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