Teksty:
Grateful Dead Dead Set

Fare you well, my honey Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Are flown, except you alone Don't want to leave this broke down

Moses come riding up on a quasar His spurs was a-jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out

If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, because I'm moaning low And you know I'm only

Since it cost a lot to win and even more to lose You and me bound to spend some time wondring what to choose Goes to show you don't ever know Watch

Moses come ridin' up on a quasar His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out

If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn, I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in

I was born in a desert, Raised in a loin's den And my number one occupation is stealing women from their men If your down in Memphis, you best stop

Inside you're burnin' I can see clear through Your eyes tell more than you mean them to Lit up and flashin' like the reds and blues Out there on the

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