Grateful Dead Rosa Lee McFall

Out on the lonely hillside in a cabin low and small

Lived the sweetest rose of color my rosie mcfall

Her eyes were bright and shining and her voice was sweet to me

Knew that I would always love her and I hoped that she loved me

My eyes turned to me, my darlin’ and this is what she said:

You know that I would always love you when you and I are wed.

Then God way up in heaven one day for her did call

I lost my bride, oh how I loved her, my rosie mcfall

I searched this wide world over through cities great and small

But I never found another like my rosie mcfall

Grateful Dead 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

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.

Grateful Dead Oh Babe, It Ain’t No Lie

Been all around this whole round world,

Lord, I just got back to day.

Worked all the way honey and I gave it all to you

Honeybabe, what more can I do?

Oh babe, it ain’t no lie.

Oh babe, it ain’t no lie.

Oh babe, it ain’t no lie.

You know this life I’m living is mighty high.

One more woman, Lord in this town.

Keep her telling her lies on me.

Wish to my soul that old woman would die.

Keep her telling her lies on me.

Grateful Dead Doin’ That Rag

Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing lightbeams

Everything wanders from baby to Z

Baby, baby, pretty, young on Tuesday

Old like a rum drinking demon at tea

Baby, baby, tell me what’s the matter

Why, why tell me, what’s your why now?

Tell me why will you never come home?

Tell me what’s your reason if you got a good one

Everywhere I go

The people all know

Everyone’s doin’ that rag

Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday

Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea

Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons

Couldn’t find any better ones in the morning at three

Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go, you know

Stepping off sharply from the rank and file

Awful cold and dark like a dungeon

Maybe get a little bit darker ‘fore the day

Hipsters, tripsters,

real cool chicks, sir,

everyone’s doin’ that rag

You needn’t gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset

No one is watching or standing in your shoes

Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning

Everything promised is delivered to you

Don’t neglect to pick up what your share is

All the winter birds are winging home now

Hey Love, go and look around you

Nothing out there you haven’t seen before now

But you can wade in the water

and never get wet

if you keep on doin’ that rag

One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild

The aces are crawling up and down your sleeve

Come back here, Baby Louise,

and tell me the name

of the game that you play

Is it all fall down?

Is it all go under?

Is it all fall down, down, down

Is it all go under?

Everywhere I go

the people all know

everybody’s doin’ that rag

Grateful Dead Cumberland Blues

I can’t stay much longer, Melinda, The sun is getting high.

I can’t help you with your troubles, If you won’t help with mine.

I gotta get down, I gotta get down, I gotta get down to the mine.

You keep me up just one more night, I can’t sleep here no more.

Little Ben clock says quarter to eight; You kept me up ’till four.

I gotta get down, I gotta get down, Or I can’t work there no more.

A lotta poor man make a five dollar bill, Keep him happy all the time.

Some other fella’s makin nothin’ at all And you can hear him cry,

“Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine?”

Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine.

Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine.

That’s where I mainly spend my time.

Make good money, five dollars a day. Made anymore, I might move away.

Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can’t win for losin’

Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues.

I don’t know now, I just don’t know If I’m goin’ back again.

Grateful Dead Attics Of My Life

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal

Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see

When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me

I have spent my life seeking all that’s still unsung

Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see

When there were no strings to play, you played to me

In the book of love’s own dream, where all the print is blood

Where all the pages are my days, and all my lights grow old

When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me

In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed

When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold

When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me

Grateful Dead Alabama Getaway

Thirty two teeth in a jawbone

Alabama cryin for none

Before I have to hit him

I hope he’s got the sense to run

Reason those poor girls love him

Promise them anything

Reason they believe him

He wears a big diamond ring

Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

Turn around and leave

and walk away

Majordomo Billy Bojangles

Sit down and have a drink with me

What’s this about Alabame

Keeps comin back to me?

Heard your plea in the courthouse

Jurybox began to rock and rise

Forty-nine sister states all had

Alabama in their eyes

Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

Turn around and leave

and walk away

Why don’t we just give Alabama

rope enough to hang himself?

Ain’t no call to worry the jury

His kind takes care of itself

Twenty-third Psalm Majordomo

reserve me a table for three

in the Valley of the Shadow

just you, Alabama and me

Alabama getaway

Alabama getaway

Only way to please me

turn around and leave

and walk away

Grateful Dead Just A Little Light

Well, there ain’t nobody safer than someone who doesn’t care

And it isn’t even lonely when no one’s ever there

I had a lot of dreams once, but some of them came true…

The honey’s sometimes bitter when fortune falls on you

So you know I’ve been a soldier in the armies of the night

And I’ll find the fatal error in what’s otherwise alright

But here you’re trembling like a sparrow, I will try with all my might

To give you just a little sweetness…

Just a little sweetness…

Just a little light.

I have always heard that virtue oughta be its own reward,

But it never comes so easy when you’re living by the sword

It’s even harder to be heartless when you look at me that way

You’re as mighty as the flower that will grow the stones away

Even though I been a stranger, full of irony and spite

Holding little but contempt for all things beautiful and bright,

Something shines around you and it seems, to my delight

To give me just a little sweetness…

Just a little sweetness…

Just a little sweetness…

Just a little light.

[Bridge:]

This could be just another highway, coiled up in the night

You could be just another white-tail, baby, stranded on my brights,

There’s a tingling recognition

Like the sound of distant thunder

And I begin to wonder

If the love I’ve driven under

Won’t ignite.

So you know I’ve been a soldier in the armies of the night

And I’ll find the fatal error in what’s otherwise alright

Something shines around you that seems, to my delight

To give me just a little sweetness…

Just a little sweetness…

Just a little sweetness…

Just a little light.

Grateful Dead Samson And Delilah

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 he couldn’t believe his mind.

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,

Well 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, all from his works,

He was the strongest man that ever had lived on earth.

One day when Samson was walking along,

Looked down on the ground, he saw an old jawbone.

He stretched out his arm, God knows, chains broke like 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 got his hands around that lion’s jaws.

He ripped the beast till 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.

Grateful Dead Wake Up Little Susie

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