The Grateful Dead Lyrics

Alabama Getaway As performed by the Grateful Dead 32 teeth in a jawbone, Alabama trying for none, Before I have to hit him, I hope he's got the sense to run. Reason the poor girls love him, promise them everything, Why they all believe him? He wears a big diamond ring. Alabama getaway, getaway. Alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major Domo Billy Bojangles, sit down and have a drink with me, "What's this about Alabama? It keeps a coming back to me. Heard your plea in the courthouse, Witness box began to rock and rise, 49 sister states all had Alabama in there eyes. Alabama getaway, getaway. Alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major said why don't we give him rope enough to hang himself? No need to worry the jury, this kind takes care of themselves. 23rd psalm Major Domo, reserve me a table for three, Down in the valley of the shadow, just you, Alabama, and me. Alabama getaway, getaway. Alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away.
Casey Jones As performed by the Grateful Dead Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey Jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time, Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine, Hits River Junction at seventeen to, At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey Jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble ahead, Lady in red, Take my advice you'd be better off dead. Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble with you is the trouble with me, Got two good eyes but you still don't see. Come round the bend, you know it's the end, The fireman screams and the engine just gleams...
Truckin' As performed by the Grateful Dead Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love, Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they better get goin' Out of the door and down on the streets all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand" Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?" Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home.
Touch of Grey As performed by the Grateful Dead Must be getting early, clock are running late. Paint my love a morning sky, it's all cold. Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains I don't care, but it's alright I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. I see you've got your list out, say your piece and kiss off. Guess I get the jist of it, but it's alright Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way. Every silver linings got a touch of grey I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. It's a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the theives The abc's we all think of, try to win a little love. I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. Shoe is on the hand that fits, that's all there really is to it Whistle through your teeth and spit, but it's alright Oh well a touch of gray, kinda suits you anyway, That's all I had to say, but it's alright I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. It's a lesson to me, the devils and the East and the free The abc's we all must face, try to save a little grace.

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