Grateful Dead Lyrics Bot

Don't the moon look good, mama, shining through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama, flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look fine setting down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine when she's coming after me?

The truth of love an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind without a look behind
Reuben walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn
Cherise so lightly in his arms and her hair hung gently down

Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes.
Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis.
Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion.
Shall we go, you and I while we can
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?

Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around,
comin', around, in a circle
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle,
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle.

Well they took me downtown all dressed in black
Put me on the train and sent me back
Sent me back to the Thomasville jail
I had nobody for to go my bail

Well the music's thundering
We're restless and hot
You keep firing glances across the room
And I can't stop wondering
Just what you got
Get the feeling I'm gonna find out real soon

Fever roll up to a hundred and five
Roll on up, gonna roll back down
One more day I find myself alive
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground

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 my feet now
Listen here it comes again!

The girl I love, she's sweet and true,
You know the dress she wears, sweet mama, it's pink and blue,
She brings me coffee, you know she brings me tea,
She brings me 'bout every damm thing but the jailhouse key.

Chooba chooba
Wooly Bully
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya
'Cause Mister Charlie told me so

West Texas cowboys, they's all around
With liquor and money, they're loaded down
So soon after pay day, you know it seemed a shame
You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game
High-Low Jacks and the winner take the hand

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

You fancy me to be the master of your feelings
You barely bruise me with your looks to kill
Though I admit we were sometimes brutal in our dealings
I never held you against your will

Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been.

Tomorrow comes trouble
Tomorrow comes pain
Now don't think too hard, baby,
'cause you know what I'm saying.
I could show you a high time, living the good life,
Don't be that way.

Uh huh, hey, Saturday night
One more Saturday night
Hey, Saturday night

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.

My, how lovely you are, my dear
The ball game has gone much too far, my dear
Sing to me
Do your thing to me
(Hop along honey, come along)

Run out of track and I caught the plane
Back in the county with the blues again
Great North Special been on my mind
Might like to ride it just one more time

The Sun will shine in my back door someday.
The Sun will shine in my back door someday.
March winds will blow all my troubles away.

Ride in the whalebelly
Fade away in moonlight
Sink beneath the waters
To the coral sands below
Now is the time of returning

Yes and the doctor call me crazy, some says I am some says I ain't
Yes and the doctor call me crazy, some says I am some says I ain't
The preacher man call me a sinner, but his little girl call me a saint

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.

You might think that I'm taking it hard since you broke me off with a call,
You might wager that I'll hide in sorrow and I might lay right down and bawl.

When I was just a little young boy,
Papa said "Son, you'll never get far,
I'll tell you the reason, if you wanna know,
Cause child of mine, there isn't really far to go."

When the last rose of summer pricks my fingers
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone

I wrote a letter I mailed in the air, Mailed it on the air indeed-e
I wrote a letter I mailed in the air.
You may know by that I've got a friend somewhere

In another time's forgotten space
Your eyes looked from your mother's face
Wildflower seed on the sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home

The shoe is on the hand it fits, there's really nothing much to it.
Whistle through your teeth and spit, cause it's alright.

I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back to Memphis be one less man alive.
Good morning Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well,
If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell.