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    D C G D
    D C G D
    F C Em D
    F C Em D
    
    								/
    

	D		   C        G      D
	Walk me out in the morning  Dew my honey
	D		   C       G     D
	Walk me out in the morning Dew today
	F                        C       Em     D
	I'll walk you out in the morning Dew my honey
	F                           C       Em  D
	I can't walk you out in the morning dew today


	I hope you klnow the other verses,.. they're all the same
	chord progression


	At the end,.. when they repeat this phrase several times,
	then they drop the words but still repeat these chords several
	times,.. doing that crescendo thingy there,.. building into
	a certified out of control jam,.. and then they finally play
	this same progression for the Nth time as Jerr wails on the vocals:

    F                      C   	    Em         D
	I guess it doesn't m -- a-- t-- ter anyway

Uncle John's Band  by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 8/74 


Well the first days are the hardest days,don't you worry any more,
cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice.
Will you come with me, won't you come with me?
Woh-oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?

Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me."
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Woh-oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb;
I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune,
anybody's choice, I can hear your voice.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the risin' tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about here beside the risin' tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.



Sugar Magnolia  by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter  8/74 


Sugar magnolia, blossoms bloomin',
heads' all empty, and I don't care,
saw my baby down by the river,
knew she'd have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow,
we can have high times if you'll abide,
we can discover the wonders of nature,
rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She's got everything delightful,
she's got everything I need,
takes the wheel when I'm seeing double,
pays my ticket when I speed.

She comes skimmin' through rays of violet,
she can wade in a drop of dew,
she don't come and I don't follow,
waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a cajun rythymn,
Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive.
She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter;
She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebird,
Caught up in sunlight, come on out
Singing and walking in the sunshine,
Come on honey, come along with me.

She's got everything delightful,
She's got everything I need,
a breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight,
lazin' in the sunlight, yes indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying,
when the moon is half way down,
sometimes when the night is dying,
I take me out and I wander round, I wander round.

Sunshine, daydream,
walkin' in the tall trees,
going where the wind goes,
blooming like a red rose,
feeling more freely,
ride out singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine,
sunshine, daydream
sunshine, daydream

re: Sugar Mag.  Off the top of my head:

A               A        D    A    A         G         E       A
Sugar Magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don't care

A           C#m         F#m    E                    D           A
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she had to come up soon for air

(several verses of this)

D              G     D           D              A       D
She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need,

D                    G          D       D               E      A
takes the wheel when I'm seeing double, pays my ticket, when I speed.

A        G      E  A   A            G         E  A     (The E will work here
Sugar magnolia,        ringing that bluebird,            but there is a better-
                                                            sounding chord)
A            G          E  A
Caught up in sunlight,

A           G#          G              D
come on out singing and walking in the sunshine,

D              D               A    D  A
Come on honey, come along with me.

(she's got everything delightful...)

A
Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying,

A                               A#
when the moon is half way down,

B                  E        B
sometimes when the night is dying,

B                                   B      B       E  B     (not sure what's
I take me out and I wander round, I wander round.             going on here)

B         E  B
Sunshine, daydream,

F#             E
walkin' in the tall trees,

(repeat previous 2 lines ad infinitum)

Note that I placed chord names directly above the proper spoken syllable.  This
represents my own interpretation of the rhythm of the chord changes.  Caveat
Emptor.

adam

re:       <<< Note 66.27 by DASXPS::HENDERSON "Don't go near that river" >>>

Here's the lyrics, don't have the chords:

Catfish John  by Bob McDill and Allen Reynolds

Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
don't be hanging around old Catfish John."
Come the morning I'd always be there
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn.

Take me back to another morning
To a time so long ago
When the sweet magnolia blossomed
Cotton fields as white as snow.

Catfish John was a river hobo
who lived and died by the river's bed
Looking back I still remember
I was proud to be his friend.

Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
don't be hanging around old Catfish John."
Come the morning I'd always be there
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn.

Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg
Traded for a chesnut mare,
Lord, he never spoke in anger
though his load was hard to bear.

Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
don't be hanging around old Catfish John."
Come the morning I'd always be there
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn,
walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn.

I figured out some chords for this song...


                 From editorial cartoonist Steve Benson 
                 "Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag Pt. 2"

    G                              D                   G   
    C'mon, all you women and men, Uncle Sam needs your help again.
                                               D                      G
    He's got himself in a terrible jam, 'cause he ain't got no energy plan.
                                             D                   G
    So pick up your gun, it's time for war, 'specially if you're black or
         poor.

             G        C F D               G
    (CHORUS) And it's 1,2,3, what are we fightin' for ?
                     D
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, 
                  G                    C F D            G
    We're out to get Saddam.  And it's 5,6,7, the Saudi Desert's great!
                A7                             D             G
    Well, there ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee, we're all gonna die!


    G                                   D                        G
    C'mon mothers throughout the land, pack your sons off to the burnin' sand.
                                    D                            G
    C'mon fathers, don't hesitate, they need your daughters in Kuwait.
                                        D              G
    Wipe those tears, no time for sobs, sacrifice your kids for jobs.

    
    (CHORUS)
    G                                 D                      G
    C'mon generals, let's move quick, George drew his line, let's make it stick.
                                       D                                G
    He's no wimp, just read his lips, start droppin' bombs, send in the ships.
                                     D                      G
    The Allies back us all the way, just fight their war, its' we who'll pay.

    
    (CHORUS)
    G                               D                  G
    C'mon, Congress, don't be slow, you should be the first to go..
                                       D
    Grab that gas mask, fight the foe, for EXXON, Gulf and TEXACO.
                                    D                G
    Super unleaded is what we seek, so let's go kill for Arab sheiks !

    
    (CHORUS)

	Standing on The Moon   
	(Hunter,Garcia)

	Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe
	Standing on the moon, I'm feeling so alone and blue
	I see the Gulf of Mexico as tiny as a tear
	the coast of California must be somewhere over here, over here.

	Standing on the Moon, I see the battle rage below,
	Standing on the moon, I see the soldiers come and go
	There's a metal flag beside me someone planted long ago
	Old Glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo, indigo

	Standing on the moon, there's a shadow on the sun
	Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one
	I hear the cry of victory, another of defeat
	A scrap of age old lullaby down some forgotten street.

	Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true
	Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you
	Somewhere in San Franciso on a back porch in July,
	Just looking up at heaven at this crescent in the sky, in the sky.

	I see all of Southeast Asia, I can see El Salvador	
	I hear the cry of victory, and the other songs of war.
	Its like a mighty melody that rings down from the sky
	Standing here upon the moon I watch it all roll by, all roll by, all roll by

	Standing on the moon, with nothing left to do
	A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you
	A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you, be with you, be with you...

    
    Intro.  E  Esus4  E  Esus4

E		 F#m			C#m   A
We can share the women we can share the wine
E		  Bm	    D		     A			E  G#m  D  A
We can share what we got of yours, 'cause we done shared all of mine
E		F#m	       C#m  A
Keep on rollin' just a mile to go
E		Bm	D	     A		     E   B   A   E  E7
Keep on rollin' my old buddy. You're movin' much too slow

E7sus4		  E7	   E7sus4	     E7
I just jumped the watchman right outside the fence
E7sus4		   E7		     E7sus4		E7
Took his rings four bucks in change. Ain't that heaven sent?
F#7sus4		 F#7		  F#7sus4	   F#7
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon. Burns my eyes to see.
F#7sus4		  F#7		      F#7sus4		D  Bm  A  E
Cut down a man in cold blood Shannon. Might as well be me.

D  Bm  A   E   D Bm A   E   D Bm  A   E

D	   Bm	    A			    E
We used to play for silver. Now we play for life.
D		Bm		   A			   E
And one's for sport, and one's for blood at the point of a knife.
D	    Bm	    A			     E
And now the die has shaken, now the die must fall.
D	    Bm		  A
There ain't winner in the game.
E		      A   	    D     G    D    G   E  Esus4  E  Esus4
He don't go home with all, not with all.

Leavin' Texas fourth day of July.
Sun so hot the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Santa Fe.
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.

Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride.
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride.
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon, will keep him from the sun.
Ain't a bed can give us rest now. You keep us on the run.

Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down,
And dug for him a shallow grave, and laid his body down.
Half a mile from Tucson, by the mornin' light,
One man gone and another to go.
My old buddy you're movin' much to slow.

We can share the women. We can share the wine.


	(Courtesy of Dave Clark of Three Many Daves)

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AD::VAUK "love will see you through"                 49 lines   1-MAR-1991 16:43
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A Little Light
Friday, January 27, 1989    12:48 PM


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 ought 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:
It could be just another highway coiled up in the night.
You could be just another mule deer, 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.

Instrumental

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.

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XANADU::GRABAZS "seeds that were silent all burst.." 21 lines  15-MAY-1991 08:24
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	It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry...
	(Bob Dylan)
	 
	 Well I ride on a mail train, mama, can't buy a thrill.
	 I been up all night mama, leaning on a window sill.
	 Well, if I die on top of the hill,
	 if I don't make it, you know my baby will.
	 
	 Don't the sun look good, mama, shinin' down through the trees?
	 Don't the brakeman look good, mama, flagging down the Double-E's?
	 Don't the sun look good going down over the sea?
	 Don't my gal look fine when she's coming after me.
	 
	 Winter time is coming, the windows are filled with frost.
	 I went to tell everybody, but I could not get it acrost.
	 Wanna be your lover, baby, don't wanna be your boss.
	 Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost.
	 Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost.
	 Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost.
	 

    
    
Promised Land  by Chuck Berry 6/75 


I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh,
and on across Caroline.

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
and we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

Had more trouble it turned into a struggle,
half way 'cross Alabam,
the 'hound broke down left us all stranded
in downtown Birmingham.

Straight off bought me a through train ticket,
right across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
People are there who care a little 'bout me 
And they won't let the poor boy down.

Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit,
put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.

Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte,
flying over to the Golden State;
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten oh nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.

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JURAN::CLARK "asymptotically normal"                132 lines   2-DEC-1991 12:45
                    -< re .-1; my all-time favorite tune!! >-
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Desolation Row
 
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
>From Desolation Row
 
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You Better leave"
And the only sound thats left
After the ambulences go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
 
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
the fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
 
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
 
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
As he when off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
 
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cynanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
>From Desolation Row
 
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
 
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
 
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation row
 
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the doorknob broke)
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
 

Note 66.3                  Lyrics and Chords Requests                     3 of 6
OCTOBR::GRABAZS "seeking all that's still unsung"    36 lines  22-JUL-1992 09:28



	Monkey and the Engineer
	(Jesse Fuller)
	 
	 Once upon a time there was an engineer
	 he drove a locomotive both far and near
	 accompanied by a monkey who would sit on a stool,
	 a-watchin' ev'rything the engineer would move.
	 
	 One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat.
	 He left the monkey sittin' on the driver's seat.
	 The monkey pulled the throttle, locomotive jumped the gun
	 and did ninety miles an hour down the main line run.
	 
	 Big locomotive right on time,
	 big locomotive comin' down the line,
	 big locomotive number ninety nine,
	 met the engineer with a worried mind.
	 
	 The engineer called up the dispatcher on the phone,
	 told 'em all of how his locomotive was gone.
	 Get on the wire, switch operator to ride
	 'cause the monkey's got the main line sewed up tight.
	 
	 Switch operator got the message in time,
	 said "There's a north bound limited on the same main line.
	 Open up the switch, I'm gonna let her through the hole
	 'cause the monkey's got the locomotive under control."
	 
	 Big locomotive right on time,
	 big locomotive comin' down the line,
	 big locomotive number ninety nine,
	 met the engineer with a worried mind.
	 
	 Worried mind.
	 Worried mind.
	 

   > Date: 11 Jun 1994 22:32:45 GMT
   > From: [email protected]
   > Subject: Phil's new song, "If the Shoe Fits"
   > Newsgroups: rec.music.gdead
   
    IF THE SHOE FITS
    by Phil Lesh and Andrew Charles
    
    Will your high hopes get you there
    Goal so far and yet so near
    You can't ignore the writing on the wall
    Every time you rise you fall
    End nowhere in sight at all
    Why should you pick it up and try again
    
    Chorus:
    Give it up, 'cause you can't win
    Let it go while you still can
    Gave it all you had, now you're feelin' bad
    So you're gone, ready to roam
    You come on so strong with that same sad song
    Wherever you go
    Run along, take your ball and go home
    
    Promised yet another chance
    Forbidden just a single glance
    So much rides on what you say and do
    Discarded truths and famous myths
    Tales that life deceives you with
    Certain things you always thought you knew
    Chorus
    
    Helpful hands that pull you down
    Smaller minds turn you around
    Friends in need are never really true
    Why should you put trust in this
    Bridge above the dark abyss
    You never learned you can't make all the rules
    Chorus
    
    Copyright 1994 Ice Nine Publishing.  Lyrics posted here with permission.
    All rights reserved.