lkk@mit-eddie.UUCP (Larry Kolodney) (05/12/85)
Me and My Uncle by John Phillips 4/75
Me and my uncle went ridin' down
>From 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.
And 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 aroun';
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.
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.
Now with those cowboys, out of 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.
Mexicali Blues by Bob Weir and John Barlow 1/76
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 Billie 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, keep a tight grip on your booze
'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.
And then a man rode into town, yeh, some thought he was the law.
Billie 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. Yeh!
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.
Might As Well by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 11/76
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 try to be every good 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,
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,
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
Woh! 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,
Might as well, might as well, might as well,
Might as well, might as well, might as well.
Mission in the Rain by Jerry Garcia and 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, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain, come again
walking along in the Mission in the rain.
Mississippi Halfstep Uptown Toodeloo by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 1/76
On the day when I was born Daddy sat down and cried.
I had the mark just as plain as day; it could not be denied.
They say that Cain caught Abel rollin' loaded dice;
Ace of Spades behind his ear, him not thinkin' twice.
Halfstep Mississippi uptown toodeloo
Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Have 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
Have 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;
The second takes the afterdeck, the third, the planks and rails.
What's the point in 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
Have a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you old Southern skies
I'm on my way, on my way. on my way.
Across the Rio Grande,
Across the lazy river.
Across the Rio Grandio,
Across the lazy river,
Across the Rio Grandio,
Across the lazy river.
Mister Charlie by Pig Pen and Robert Hunter 1/76
I take a little powder, take a little salt,
put it in my shotgun, I go walking out.
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.
Money, Money by Bob Weir and John Barlow 10/76
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 loan,
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
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.
Momma 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 away 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 away back.
My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills.
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,
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.
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.
Morning Dew by Rose and Dobson 10/74
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 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 born this morning,
I thought I heard a young man born today,
I thought I heard a young man born 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.
Mountains of the Moon by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter
Cold mountain water,
the jade merchant's daughter,
mountains of the moon,
eletra bow and bend to me.
Hi ho the carrion crow
fal de ral de rig dul
Hi ho carrion crow
bow and bend to me.
Hey, Tom Banjo
hey a laurel,
more than laurel you may sew.
more than laurel you may sew.
Hey, the laurel baby's sitting in the rain,
hey, hey, hey the wild weed is waving in the wind.
Twenty degrees of solitude,
twenty degrees in all,
All the dancing kings and wives
assembled in the hall.
Lost in the love and lonliness time
very simple fire,
all along the, all along the
Mountains of the moon.
Hey, Tom Banjo
it's time to matter,
the earth will see you all through this time,
the earth will see you all through this time.
Down by the water, march king's daughter,
did you know?
Clothed in tatters always will be told,
where did you go?
Mountains of the moon.,
Electra mountains of the moon,
all along the, all along the
Mountains of the moon.
Hi ho the carrion crow
fal de ral de rig dul
Hi ho carrion crow
bow and bend to me.
Bend to me.
Na da da da
da da da da da da da da.
The Music Never Stopped by Bob Weir and John Barlow
There's mosquitos 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 in my feet now
Listen here it comes again!
There's a band out on the highway
They're high steppin'into town
They're a rainbow full of sound
It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns
Everybody's dancin'
C'mon children, C'mon children
Come on clap your hands
Sun went down in honey,
Moon came up in wine
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 join in hand 'n hand
While the music plays the band, Lord
They're settin' us on fire.
Crazy rooster crowin' midnight
Balls of lightnin' roll along
Old men sing about their dreams
Women laugh and children scream
And the band keeps playin' on.
Keep on dancin' thru to daylight
Greet the mornin' air with song
No one noticed, but the band's all packed and gone
Was it ever here 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
The fields are full of dancin'
Full of singin' and romancin', cause
The music never stopped.
New, New Minglewood Blues by McGannahan Skjellyfetti 11/78
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Said, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Well, the sheriff couldn't catch me,
but his little girl sure wished she could.
Well now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Said now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Yes, and the preacher man call me sinner
but his little girl call me saint.
Well a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
I said a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
A couple more shots of whiskey,
I'm going down to Minglewood.
Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Yes and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
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larry kolodney (The Devil's Advocate)
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