2/13/70 Wake Up Little Susie 11/8/70
(Felice & Boudleaux Bryant)

Wake up little Susie, wake up. Wake up little Susie, wake up.
The movie wasn't so hot, it didn't have much of a plot
We fell asleep, out goose is cooked, our reputation is shot
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie

What are you gonna tell your mama, what you gonna tell your pa
What are you gonna tell your friend when they say ooo la la
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie

Well I told your mama that you'd be back by ten
Now Susie, baby looks like we goofed again
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie, we gotta go home

Wake up little Susie, wake up. Wake up little Susie, wake up.
The bullfrog's sound asleep, wake up little Susie and weep
It's four o'clock and we're in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie

Walk in the Sun

Oh I know there is no place you can go to
And I know you don't know anyone at all
So come walking in the sun with me my little one
And remember that the only time is now

Oh how strange is the story your eyes tell me
And quiet all the new words that you say
So come and hold my hand for you see I'd understand
And remember the only time is now

Oh I come to you ragged up stranger
And you come to me an angel of the nite
So all dancing, we will sing, for it doesn't mean a thing
And remember that the only time is now

So forget about your yesterdays of sorrow
And forget about the darkness you have seen
For there's only you and me at the edge of an endless sea
And remember that the only time is now

Walk in the Sunshine

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 to understand,
The grateness 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', 'cause 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, all the world keeps on turning,
I'm still trying to find out what's right and what's wrong.

I ain't crazy!

10/7/66 Walking Blues 7/2/95
(Robert Johnson)

Woke up this morning, felt around for my shoes
That's when I knew I had them old walking blues
I woke up this morning, felt around, felt around for my shoes
That's when I knew I had them old, mean old walking blues

Leaving in the morning if I have to, robbed blind
I've been mistreated and I don't mind dying
I'm leaving in the morning if I have to, robbed blind
I've been mistreated and I just don't mind dying

She got a Belgium movement from her head down to her toes
Breaking on a dollar 'most anywhere she goes

Well I got a good woman coming my way
Tried to try, some electric pantin', some electric chillin' cryin'
But, ooh, mistook, misgiven
Got me up and walking Baby, but I'm walking blue, walking blue

Well some people say boy, the walking blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feelin' I 'most ever had

3/21/70 Walking the Dog 11/21/85
(Rufus Thomas)

Baby's back all dressed in black. Silver buttons all down her back
High ho tip the toes, she broke the needle now she can't sew

Walking the dog, I'm just a walking the dog
If you don't know how to do it, I'll show you how to walk that dog

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow
With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row

I asked my mother for fifteen cents, I see her ever I jump the fence
I jumped the sky I touched the sky, never come down 'till the fourth of July

8/26/83 Wang Dang Doodle 6/25/95
(Willie Dixon)

Tell Automatic Slim
Tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie
Tell Fast Talkin' Fanny
Tonite we're gonna pitch a ball
Down to that union hall
Gonna romp and tromp 'till midnite
We're gonna fuss and fight 'till daylight
We're gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all nite long

Tell Poodle I'll tell him here
Tell Albert I'll see him near
Tell old Pistol Pete
Everybody gonna meet
Tonite we need no rest
We're really gonna throw a mess
We're gonna break out all the windows
Gonna kick down all the doors
We're gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all nite long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam
That everybody's gonna jam
Just shake it Boxcar Joe
We got sawdust on the floor
Tell Chicken Head Till I Die
We're gonna have a time
When the fish head fills the air
Be snuff(skunk) juice everywhere
We're gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all nite long

2/9/73 Wave That Flag 6/10/73
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

Wave that flag, pop the bag, skin the goat, learn to cope
Bell the rat, trap the cat, ball the jack, chew the fat
Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, save your dimes
Pick up time, light the fuse, making time, pass the juice

Eat at days, hide in caves, pull the tooth, stretch the truth
Feed the poor, starve the war, pick up chicks, catch the fix
Get your kicks, pick up sticks, trim your wick, take your pick
Try your tricks, impress the chicks

Wash the fence, dig the den, live the vain, die in shame
Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues

Wave the flag, pop the bag, bell the cat, trap the rat
Ball the jack, chew the fat, shoot the breeze, lose the keys
Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, read the rhyme
Shhot the breeze, lose your keys, don't be late, what I say

Walk on waves, read the raves, eat at day, hide in caves
Stretch the truth, pull the tooth, feed the poor, starve the war
Cash the fix, get your kicks, trim your wick, take your pick
Try your tricks, impress the chicks

Wash the fence, dig the den, live the shame,die in vain
Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues

2/22/93 Wave to the Wind 12/9/93
(Robert Hunter, Phil Lesh)

Gonna wave to the people
looking on the side of
the road as I'm rolling by
Wave goodbye to trouble
that's always on my mind
Gonna jumpstart my life
or go down trying
Gonna wave to the mem'ries
I carry in my heart and the
new ones I'll find along my way;
to the new millenium
reeling 'round the bend like
a dove or a dark-wing bird of prey

Gonna wave, gonna wave
Gonna wave to the wind
Gonna wave my way
my way on through the wind
Gonna wave, Gonna wave
Gonna wave to the wind
Gonna wave my way to the
edge of the world and jump in

Gonna snap like a banner
sailing sheets to the breeze over
oceans of sky to the moon
I could hold out forever
keeping it together
or wish upon a star and call the tune
Lift my voice like the young man
broken in the war who
cries out to know the reason why
Gonna rise up and reel out
the love song in my soul to the
high wide and handsome morning sky

Gonna wave, gonna wave
Gonna wave to the wind
Gonna wave my way
my way on through the wind
Gonna wave, Gonna wave
Gonna wave while the wind
plays the stars, the sky, the
moon and the night like a hymn

Gonna ride with the thunder
let the sky crack asunder
as lightning cries out the rain
Gonna wade across rivers
gathered in the streams from the
mountains that rise above the plain
Wave away my confusion
that drives this delusion
so long I forgot that I could fly
Soar aloft like a songbird
dancing in the wind,
singing long, singing loud, singing high

Gonna speak to the breeze,
add my voice to the wind
singing: say, can you see me
by the dawn's early light screaming in?

2/23/92 Way to Go Home 6/28/95
(Robert Hunter, Vince Welnick)

Who do you think you are?
What do you mean when you put us all down
Walking round in circles
Your nose to the ground
You think you're saying somethin'
just 'cause you're makin a sound

You say you've seen it all
You don't care to see no more
But you don't get up an go
until they throw you out the door

It's a long long long long way to go home
It's a long long long long way to go home
Any which way you are tempted to roam
It's a long long long long long long way
Way to go home

Who do remind me of
What do you do
when you do your own time
Did you run away
from the scene of your crime
I feel as though i know you
Could you spare me a dime

It's a lot less than a prison
but it's more than a jail
I'd tell you all about it
but that's another day

It's a long long long long way to go home
it's a long long long long way to go home
Any which way you are tempted to roam
It's a long long long long long long long long way
Way to go home

You say you've seen it all
You don't care to see no more
of the hungry, the homeless,
the sick and the poor

You say you've seen enough
to last you all your days
like the moon in high heaven
you're just going through a phase

It's a long long long long way to go home
it's a long long long long way to go home
Any which way you are tempted to roam
It's a long long long long long long long long way
Way to go home

Who do you want to be?
What do you need
to set your body free?
I don't mean to pry
this ain't no third degree
but looking at you baby
you remind myself of me

If there's anyway to tell you
Anyway, anyway to persuade
I'd really love to spare you
the mistakes I've made

It's a long long long long way to go home
It's a long long long long way to go home
Any which way you are tempted to go
It's a long long long long long long long long way
Way to go home

2/5/89 We Can Run But We Can't Hide 7/10/90
(Brent Mydland, 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 we rarely pay the rent,
Most of it is broken, and the rest of it is bent,
Put in all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit.

We can run, but we can't hide from it,
Of all possible worlds, we only got one we gotta 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.

I'm dumpin' my trash in your backyard,
Makin' certian you don't notice really isn't so hard,
You're so busy making guns, you barely have time to use them.

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

We can run, but we can't hide from it,
Of all possible worlds, we only got one we gotta 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.

All these complications seem to leave no choice,
I've heard the tounges of billions speak with just one voice,
Sayin', "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 out walking in the amber wind,
There's a hole in the sky were the light pours in,
Oh I remember the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine.

But now it beats down on the asphalt land,
Like a hammerin' blow from God's left hand,
One little still grows cringes in the shades of like a bad vine.

We can run, but we can't hide from it,
Of all possible worlds, we only got one we gotta 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,
Oo we can't hide.

We can run, but we can't hide from it,
Of all possible worlds, we only got one we gotta 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.

We can run, but we can't hide from it,
Of all possible worlds, we only got one we gotta 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.

11/19/73 Weather Report Suite (Part I) 10/18/74
(Bob Weir, Eric Anderson)

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

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 kneels 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 plow 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 plow ever knowing
That the work of his day 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.
Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.

3/28/90 The Weight 3/23/95
(The Band)

I rode in to Nazareth, was feeling about half past dead
I just need someplace where I could lay my head
I said, "Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand and "No" is all he said.

Take a load off Fanny,
Take a load for free,
Take a load off Fanny,
And (and, and,) you put the load (push the load) right on me.

I packed up my bags, I went looking for place to hide,
Then I saw 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."

Take a load off Fanny,
Take a load for free,
Take a load off Fanny,
And (and, and,) you put the load (push the load) right on me.

Go down Miss Moses, there's ain't nothing you can say
It's just Old Luke, and Luke's waiting on the Judgement Day.
Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee.
He said, "Do me a favor, son, won't you stay and keep Anna Lee company."

Take a load off Fanny,
Take a load for free,
Take a load off Fanny,
And (and, and,) you put the load (push the load) right on me.

Crazy Chester followed me and he caught me in the fog.
He said, "I'll fix you right, if you take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Hey wait a minute, Chester. You know I'm a peaceful man."
He said, "That's OK, boy, won't you feed him when you can."

Take a load off Fanny,
Take a load for free,
Take a load off Fanny,
And (and, and,) you put the load (push the load) right on me.

Gonna catch the Cannonball, now, to take me down the line.
My back 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.

Take a load off Fanny,
Take a load for free,
Take a load off Fanny,
And (and, and,) you put the load (push the load) right on me.

4/19/78 Werewolves of London 10/31/91
(Warren Zevon)

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking thru 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
Hi ho, the werewolves of London

If you hear his howling around the kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated last nite
Werewolves of London again
Hi ho, werewolves of London

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

Well, I saw Lon Cheney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Cheney Jr. walking with the Queen
I saw a werewolf dringing a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect
Hi ho, the werewolves of London, draw blood

8/28/82 West L.A. Fadeaway 6/30/95
(Jerry Garcia, 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,
I just want to rent it for an hour or two.

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

West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway
Little red light on the highway, big green light on the speedway,
Hey hey hey.

Got a steady job haulin' items for the mob.
Got a steady job haulin' items for the mob.
Know the pay's pathetic,
It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic.

West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway,
Little red light on the highway, Big green light on the speedway,
Hey hey hey.

I meet a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know.
Meet a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know.
Name, address and a phone number,
Lord, just how far to go.

West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway,
Little red light on the highway, Big green light on the speedway,
Hey hey hey.

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

West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway,
Little red light on the highway, Big green light on the speedway,
Hey hey hey.

2/18/71 Wharf Rat 6/25/95
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me 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 said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them.
Half of my life, I spent doin' 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 again someday,
The good Lord willin', if He says I may.
I know that the life i'm livin's no good,
I'll get a new start, live 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 dyin' day he said,
I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been."
I said to him, "I'm sure she's been tru to you."

Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around.
I've got a 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 Will You Raise

I know the lady face to face
Who rules the joker and commands the race
I just rolled in from the golden state
A dusty spoke on the wheel of fate
What will you raise to take my hand?

What's Become of the Baby

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises 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 rhythm 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 gethering 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.

6/3/76 The Wheel 5/25/95
(Jerry Garcia, 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 you 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, got to get back to where you belong,
Little bit harder, just a little bit more,
A little bit further than you 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 you then the lightning will.

Small wheel turn by the fire and 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 you 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?

6/13/87 When I Paint My Masterpiece 7/9/95
(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 wastin' 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' thru the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything 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,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.

Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.

12/15/86 When Push Comes to Shove 7/17/89
(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter)

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 bricks
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 Shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass
String barbed wire at your feet, that will 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, covers on your head,
Are you still in fear of the hand beneath the bed?
Grabbing at the handle, scratching at the door,
Maybe it's mystery killer you saw on channel four.
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.
Put my arms around you, love you til you cry,
Wrap you in your sweet perfume and squeeze 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.

Where Did You Go?
(Robert Hunter)

Knock on the Door, an echo returns.
Where love flamed emptiness burns.
The Streets are empty. The bars are closed.
I take a room and I sleep in my clothes.
Where did you go? I want to know.

Layin' awake in a strange part of town.
Skylight slate rain patters down.
Check out time believe it or not.
Last buck for coffee. It's weak but it's hot.
Where do I go? I want to know. Where do I go?

Folks on the street look weary and grey.
Was it love gone wrong done 'em that way?
A reflection on the window has a face to say,
I'm just another loser on the streets today.
Where did you go? I want to know.

It went by so quick all that remains
are variations on the theme of pain.
A back crack of thunder seems to call my name.
I forget you a minute ducking out of the rain.
Where does it go? I want to know.
Where did you go? Where did you go?

4/14/72 Who Do You Love 5/11/72
(Bob Diddley)

I walked 47 miles of barbed wire
I got a cobra snake for a necktie
Got a house down by the roadside made out of rattlesnake hide
Come on child take a walk with me and tell me who do you love

6/27/84 Why Don't We Do It In The Road 3/30/86
(Paul McCartney)

Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watchin' us, why don't we do it in the road?

2/12/86 Willie and the Hand Jive 4/4/87
(Johnny Otis)

I know a cat named Way-Out Willie
Had a cool little chick named Rockin' Billie
Made a heart of stone Susie-Q, doin' that crazy hand jive too
Papa said "You will ruin my house. You and that hand jive have got to go"
Willie said "Papa, don't you put me down,
Been doin' that hand jive all over town."
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

I don't want you to get on the floor
Gettin' low, getting down with sister go
Come on, get baby, little sister'll die
Said doin' that hand jive one more time
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

Doctor getting low and he getting check
Now they're all digging that crazy beat
Way-Out Willie gave 'em all a treat
Been doin' that hand jive with his feet
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

Willi and Billie got married last fall
Had to live with his sisters and that ain't all
Daddy got famous it's plain to see
Been doin' that hand jive on his knees
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

11/17/78 Winin' Boy Blues 11/17/78

Just a wining boy don't deny my name
Just a wining boy don't deny my name, wining boy don't deny my name
Pick it up and shake it, stir the chain
Wining boy don't deny my name
Lookie here, sister, sister, dirty little sow
I said no, sister, sister, dirty little sow
Sister, sister, dirty little sow
Want to be a bad girl, but don't know how
Wining boy don't deny my name
Just a wining boy don't deny my name, deny my name
Wining boy don't deny my name
Pick it up and shake lovie, stir the chain

Wrong Way Feeling
(Bob Weir, John Barlow)

Girl, you make me suspect there are certain delights
That might be news to me,
And I know at a glance you could show me all the sights
I'd ever care to see.
You're a queen of the elite, and a treat between the sheets,
But I wonder if it's all for free.

It's that wrong-way feelin'.
Wrong-way feelin'.
"Go back", says the sign way back in my mind.
But I can't get away from you.

Honey, you look just like ol' Pharaoh's daughter --
All silk and style and class.
Down I go, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Honey, here's my ass.
Though I already seen this show, you know I'm gonna go.
But ain't we takin' this a bit too fast?

It's that wrong-way feelin'.
Wrong-way feelin'.
"Go back", says the sign way back in my mind.
But I can't get away from you.

We all know the story about Helen of Troy,
And her thousand ships:
Well, she didn't have a thing that could get to this boy,
Like a shake of your hips.
What you're doing to me now I know my mama don't allow,
And there's trouble painted on your lips.

It's that wrong-way feelin'. Wrong-way feelin'.
Go back, says the sign way back in my mind.
But I can't get away from you.

Ooooo sweet siren hit my switch
Ooooo sweet siren I never could resist a bitch

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