TheDailyDeadCast

final version Look out of any windowAny morning, any evening, any dayMaybe the sun is shiningBirds are winging, no rain is falling from a heavy skyWhat do you want me to doTo do for you to see you through?For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long agoWalk out of any doorwayFeel your way like the day beforeMaybe you'll find directionAround some corner where it's been waiting to meet youWhat do you want me to doTo watch for you while you're sleeping?Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming tooLook into any eyesYou find by you; you can see clear to another dayMaybe been seen beforeThrough other eyes on other days while going homeWhat do you want me to doTo do for you to see you through?It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long agoWalk into splintered sunlightInch your way through dead dreams to another landMaybe you're tired and brokenYour tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclearWhat do you want me to doTo do for you, to see you through?A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you throughJust a box of rain, wind and waterBelieve it if you need it, if you don't just pass it onSun and shower, wind and rainIn and out the window like a moth before a flameAnd it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it thereBelieve it if you need it or leave it if you dareAnd it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hairSuch a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there

final version When the last rose of summer pricks my fingersAnd the hot sun chills me to the boneWhen I can't hear the song for the singerAnd I can't tell my pillow from a stoneI will walk alone by the black muddy riverAnd sing me a song of my ownI will walk alone by the black muddy riverSing me a song of my ownWhen the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountainAnd the stars seem to splatter in the skyWhen the moon splits the south west horizonAnd scream of an eagle on the flyI will walk alone by the black muddy riverAnd listen to the ripples as they moanI will walk alone by the black muddy riverSing me a song of my ownBlack muddy riverRoll on foreverI don't care how deep and wideIf you got another sideRoll muddy riverRoll muddy riverBlack muddy river, rollWhen it seems like the night will last foreverAnd there's nothing left to do but count the yearsWhen the strings of my heart start to severAnd stones fall from my eyes instead of tearsI will walk alone by the black muddy riverAnd dream me a dream of my ownI will walk alone by the black muddy riverSing me a song of my ownAnd sing me a song of my own

final version Sugar Magnolia, blossoms bloomingHeads all empty and I don't careSaw my baby down by the riverKnew she'd have to come up soon for airSweet blossom, come on under the willow (note 1)We can have high times if you'll abideWe can discover the wonders of natureRolling in the rushes down by the riversideShe's got everything delightful (note 1)She's got everything I needTakes the wheel when I'm seeing doublePays my ticket when I speedShe comes skimming through rays of violetShe can wade in a drop of dewShe don't come and I don't followWaits backstage while I sing to youShe can dance a Cajun rhythm (note 1)Jump like a Willys in four wheel driveShe's a summer love in the spring, fall and winterShe can make happy any man aliveSugar MagnoliaRinging that bluebellCaught up in sunlightCome on out singing and I'll walk you in the sunshineCome on honey, come along with meShe's got everything delightful (note 1)She's got everything I needA breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlightLazing in the sunlight, yes indeedSometimes when the cuckoo's cryingWhen the moon is half way downSometimes when the night is dyingI take me out and I wander aroundI wander roundSunshine DaydreamSunshine daydreamWalking in the tall treesGoing where the wind goesBlooming like a red roseBreathing more freelyRide out singing, I'll walk you in the morning sunshineSunshine daydreamSunshine daydreamWalking in the sunshine[etc](1) these lyrics by Bob Weir

final version Blue light rain, whoa, unbroken chainLooking for familiar faces in an empty window paneListening for the secret, searching for the soundBut I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his houndsWillow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder whyThey say love your brother but you will catch it when you tryRoll you down the line boy, drop you for a lossRide out on a cold railroad and nail you to a crossNovember and more as I wait for the scoreThey're telling me forgiveness is the key to every doorA slow winter day, a night like foreverSink like a stone, float like a featherLilac rain, unbroken chainSong of the Saw-Whet owlOut on the mountain it'll drive you insaneListening to the winds howlUnbroken chain of sorrow and pearlsUnbroken chain of sky and seaUnbroken chain of the western windUnbroken chain of you and me

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final version Played by Bob Weir with the Dead, with Ratdog and with The Other Ones.Hog of a SundayDog of a MondayGet it back somedayWhat'd I say?Moving in closer (note 1)Cut from a long shotFade on a downbeatReady or not, ready or not Chorus (note 2)Corrina, shake it up babyCorrina, shake it up nowCorrina, CorrinaCruise through a stop signLogging up short timeBird on a phone lineSoaking up the sun

final version Ten and ten is thirty If you tell me it is soLet's get down and dirty, babyLet's get sweet and lowAny way you call the shotThat's how it's gonna beYou can serve it cold or hotIt's all okay by meTie me with a ribbon bowWrap me in cellophaneSend me out to steal the showor Samba in the RainSamba in the rain oh babySamba in the rainLet's get down and dirtyDon't bother to explainDon't care if they call a copand say we are insanewe'll keep goin' til we dropSamba in the rainHow many hours in a dayThey tell me twenty fourThere could be a couple lessI know there ain't no moreWe can do the dirty bop The Darktown Strutter's BallJust as long as we don't stopWe'll dance right up the wallWe can do the bump and grindThe Apache in SpainWe can do the never mind or Samba in the rainSamba in the rain oh babySamba in the rainLet's get down and dirtyDon't bother to explainDon't care if they call a cop and say we are insanewe'll keep goin' til we dropSamba in the rain

final version Thought I heard a blackird singingUp on Bluebird HillCall me a whinin' boy if you willBorn where the sun don't shineAnd I don't deny my nameGot no place to go, ain't that a shame?Thought I heard that KC whistleMoaning sweet and lowThought I heard that KC when she blowDown where the sun don't shineUnderneath the KokomoWhinin' boy got no place to goSo many roads I tell youSo many roads I knowSo many roads, so many roadsMountain high, river wideSo many roads to rideSo many roads, so many roadsThought I heard a jug band playin'"If you don't... who else will?"From over on the far side of the hillAll I know the sun don't shineAnd the rain refused to fallAnd you don't seem to hear me when I callWind inside and the wind outsideTangled in the window blindTell me why you treat me so unkindDown where the sun don't shineLonely and I call your nameNo place left to go, ain't that a shame?So many roads I tell youNew York to San FranciscoSo many roads I knowAll I want is one to take me homeFrom the high road to the lowSo many roads I knowSo many roads so many roadsFrom the land of the midnight sunWhere the ice blue roses growAlong those roads of gold and silver snowHowlin' wide or moaning lowSo many roads I knowSo many roads to ease my soul

final version Sung regularly by Bob Weir with the Grateful Dead from the mid-1970s onwardsChorusIf I had my wayIf I had my wayIf I had my wayI would tear this whole building downDelilah was a woman, she was fine and fairShe had good looks - God knows - and coal black hairDelilah she gained old Samson's mindWhen first he saw this woman, she looked so fineDelilah she climbed up on Samson's kneeSaid tell me where your strength lies, if you pleaseThen she spoke so kind, she talked so fairThat Samson said, Delilah you cut off my hairYou can shave my head, cleanse my handMy strength comes as natural as any other man[chorus]You read about Samson, all from his birthHe was the strongest man ever had lived on earthOne day while Samson was walking alongLooked down on the ground he saw an old jaw boneThen he stretched out his arm and his chains broke like threadsAnd when he got to move, ten thousand were dead[chorus]Now Samson and the lion, they got in attackAnd Samson he walked up on the lion's backYou read about this lion, he killed a man with his pawSamson got hands up round the lion's jawHe ripped that beast, killed it deadAnd the bees made honey in the lion's head[chorus]

final version You tell me this town ain't got no heart(Well, well, well, you can never tell)The sunny side of the street is dark(Well, well, well, you can never tell)Maybe that's 'cause it's midnight (note 1And the dark of the moon besidesMaybe the dark is from your eyes(Maybe the dark is from your eyes)Maybe the dark is from your eyes(Maybe the dark is from your eyes)Maybe the dark is from your eyes(Maybe the dark is from your eyes)You know you got such dark eyes ChorusNothing shaking on Shakedown StreetUsed to be the heart of townDon't tell me this town ain't got no heartYou just got to poke aroundYou think you've seen this town clear through(Well, well, well, you can never tell)Nothing here could interest you(Well, well, well, you can never tell)It's not because you missed outOn the thing that we had to startMaybe you had too much too fast(Maybe you had too much too fast)Maybe you had too much too fast(Maybe you had too much too fast)Maybe you had too much too fast(Maybe you had too much too fast)And just overplayed your part [chorus]Since I'm passing your way today(Well, well, well, you can never tell)I just stopped in 'cause I want to say(Well, well, well, you can never tell)I recall your darknessWhen it crackled like a thunder cloudDon't tell me this town ain't got no heart(Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart)Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart(Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart)Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart(Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart)I can hear it beat out loud [chorus](1) Jerry sang "Maybe because it's sunlight on 15 April 1983.

final version Apparently played by the Warlocks and the Grateful Dead in their earliest days, Bob Weir started playing this with the Dead in 1971, and it remained a regular right through to 1995. He also played it with Kingfish, Bobby and The Midnites and on the 1996 Furthur Festival tour.I left my home in Norfolk, VirginiaCalifornia on my mindI straddled that Greyhound and rode him past RaleighAnd on across Caroline (note 1)We stopped at Charlotte, we by-passed RockhillWe never was a minute lateWe was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundownRollin' 'cross Georgia State (note 2)We had motor trouble that turned into a struggleHalf-way across Alabam'And that 'Hound broke down and left us all strandedIn downtown BirminghamRight away I bought me a through train ticketRidin' 'cross Mississippi cleanAnd I was on the Midnight Flyer out of BirminghamSmokin' into New OrleansSomebody help me get out of LouisianaJust help me get to Houston townThere are people there who care a little 'bout meAnd they won't let the poor boy downSure as you're born, they bought me a silk suitThey put luggage in my handAnd I woke up high over AlbuquerqueOn a jet to the promised landWorkin' on a T-bone steak a la carteFlyin' over to the Golden StateWhen the pilot told us in thirteen minutesWe'd be headed in the terminal gate (note 3)Swing low sweet chariot, come down easyTaxi to the terminal zoneCut your engines and cool your wingsAnd let me make it to the telephoneLos Angeles, give me Norfolk, VirginiaTidewater four-ten-o-nineTell the folks back home, this is the promised land callingAnd the poor boy is on the line

final version I can't stay here much longer, MelindaThe sun is getting highI can't help you with your troublesIf you won't help with mineI gotta get downI gotta get downGotta get down to the mineYou keep me up just one more nightI can't stop here no moreLittle Ben clock says quarter to eightYou kept me up till fourI gotta get downI gotta get downOr I can't work there no moreLotta poor man make a five dollar billWill keep him happy all the timeSome other fellow's making nothing at allAnd you can hear him cryCan I go, buddy, can I go downTake your shift at the mineGotta get down to the Cumberland mineThat's where I mainly spend my timeMake good money, five dollars a dayIf I made any more I might move awayLotta poor man got the Cumberland BluesHe can't win for losingLotta poor man got to walk the lineJust to pay his union duesI don't know now, I just don't knowIf I'm going back againI don't know now, I just don't knowIf I'm going back again

final version When I was hoppin' freights and makin' payments on the farmHere between the angels and the deep blue seaYou were runnin', laughin', growin' sheltered from the stormDreamin' of the day the moon would set you freeYeah, to sing your siren song so sweet and warmRiver run deepRiver run slowGet a little restlessWanna see some whales blowRiver run coldRiver run clearThat feeling always gets to me'Round about this time of yearScoutin' unknown borders under multi-colored moonsIn the wildest flights of cosmic mysteryRang a single soarin' tone that strung the sky in tuneAs the silence in my heart rose from the seaAaah, to greet you in the dawn with a pale harpoonRiver run restlessRiver run highRunnin' thru a hailstormTry to catch a star on the flyRiver run muddyRiver flow like tearsCocoon of life surroundin' usHoldin' all our hopes and fearsReach behind the windSearch beyond the starsWe're the life on MarsWhen the day grows dark and scary scatterin' the lightAll the colors run away and hide behind your kneesThe same sweet thunder tumbles rollin' down the nightLike a mothership that calls for you and meCome on, and drift along that sky river brightRiver run swiftlyRiver run wideFeel like sailin'On the morning tideRiver run goldenRiver run trueSet a course and followOoooh, the star that leads to you

final version ; Bob Weir playing acoustic guitarThis became a first-set staple for the Grateful Dead after Bob Weir introduced it in 1987. He has also sung it with many of his solo bands - and Jerry Garcia sang it with some of his bands too.Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubbleAncient footprints are everywhereWell you can almost think that you're seein' doubleOn a cold dark night on the Spanish StairsGot to hurry on back to my hotel roomWhere I've got me a date with Botticelli's nieceShe promised she'd be right there with meWhen I paint my masterpieceOh, the hours I've spent inside the ColiseumDodging lions and wastin' timeOh, those mighty kings of the jungleI can hardly stand to see 'emWell, it sure has been a long hard ride (note 1)Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memoryWhen I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geeseSomeday, life will be sweet like a rhapsody (note 2)When I paint my masterpieceSailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola (note 3)Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-ColaI left Rome and landed in BrusselsOn a plane ride so bumpy that I almost criedClergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' musclesEveryone was there to greet me when I stepped inside (note 4)Newspapermen eating candyHad to be held down by big policeSomeday, everything is gonna be diff'rentWhen I paint my masterpieceSomeday, everything is gonna be diff'rentWhen I paint my masterpieceWhen I paint my masterpiece(1) the original Dylan version is "... long hard climb"(2) the original Dylan line is "Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody"(3) these lines are in the Dylan original, but Weir mostly omitted them (but thanks to Chris Cahill for pointing out that he did sing them at least once, at Buckeye in 1995)(4) on the version on "Dozin' At The Knick", Weir simply repeats the line "It sure has been a long hard ride" here

final version Way down upon Sycamore SloughA white man sings the bluesselling roses of paper mach and #233 (note 1)with flecks of starlight dewI swiped a bunch and threw it your waywhere hazy moonlight glowedWay down, down along Lazy River RoadWay down upon Shadowfall WardEnd of the avenueRun, hide, seek in your own backyardMama's backyard won't doAll night long I sang Love's Sweet Songdown where the water flowedWay down, down along Lazy River RoadMoonlight wails as hound dogs baybut never quite catch the tuneStars fall down in buckets like raintill there ain't no standing roomBright blue boxcars train by trainclatter where dreams unfoldWay down, down along Lazy River RoadWay down upon Seminole Squarebelly of the river tidecall for me and I will be therefor the price of a taxi rideNight double-clutches into todaylike a truck downshifting its loadWay down, down along Lazy River RoadThread the needleright through the eyeThe thread that runs so trueAll the others I let pass byI only wanted youNever cared for careless lovebut how your bright eyes glowedWay down, down along Lazy River Road(1) the original (French) phrase is "papier mach and #233," but "paper mach and #233" is a fairly common American spelling - and it scans. Thanks to Dan Franzen for pointing this out.

final version I got a little red roosterToo lazy to crow the dayI got a little red roosterToo lazy to crow the dayKeeps everything in the barnyardUpset in every wayWell if you see my lttle red roosterPlease drive him homeWell if you see my lttle red roosterPlease drive him homeAin't been no peace in the barnyardSince my little red rooster's been goneWell all the dogs begin to barkAnd all the hounds begin to howlWell all the dogs begin to barkAnd all the hounds begin to howlWatch out strange kin peopleLittle red rooster's on the prowlHey there, little red rooster (note 1)You ain't shit to meYou think you're a stud, boyWell I doubt, I doubt you'll ever beWhile you're away, I'm gonna fuck with your henhouseI'm just being neighborly(1) this is an additional verse, sung by Brent Mydland and I presume written by him (Thanks to Sean Allen for pointing this out)

final version It must be getting earlyClocks are running latePaint by numbers morning skyLooks so phonyDawn is breaking everywhereLight a candle, curse the glareDraw the curtains, I don't care'Cause it's alrightI will get byI will get byI will get byI will surviveI see you got your list outSay your piece and get out (note 1)Yes I got the gist of itBut it's alrightSorry that you feel that wayThe only thing there is to sayEvery silver lining's got aTouch of greyIt's a lesson to meThe Ables and the Bakers and the C'sThe A B C'sWe all must faceAnd try to keep a little graceI know the rent is in arrearsThe dog has not been fed in yearsIt's even worse than it appearsBut it's alrightCows are giving keroseneThe kid can't read at seventeenThe words he knows are all obsceneBut it's alrightI will get byI will get byI will get byI will surviveIt's a lesson to meThe Deltas and the East and the FreezeThe A B C'sWe all think ofAnd try to keep a little loveThe shoe is on the hand it fitsThere's really nothing much to itWhistle through your teeth and split'Cause it's alrightOh well a touch of greyKind of suits you anywayThat was all I had to sayAnd it's alrightI will get byI will get byI will get byI will surviveWe will get byWe will get byWe will get byWe will survive(1) the original lyrics were

final versionRed and white, blue suede shoesI'm Uncle Sam, how do you doGimme five, still aliveAin't no luck, I learned to duckCheck my pulse, it don't changeStay seventy two, come shine or rainWave the flag, pop the bagRock the boat, skin the goatChorusWave that flag, wave it wide and highSummertime done come and gone, my oh myI'm Uncle Sam, that's who I amBeen hiding out, in a rock and roll bandShake the hand that shook the handOf P. T. Barnum and Charlie Chan (note 1)Shine your shoes, light your fuseCan you use them old U.S. BluesI'll drink your health, share your wealthRun your life, steal your wife[chorus]Back to back, chicken shackSon of a gun, better change your actWe're all confused, what's to loseYou can call this song the United States Blues (note 2)[chorus](1) on a few occasions in 1979-1980 Jerry sang "Of P. T. Barnum and the Shah of Iran" (eg Cleveland 29 Nov 1979, Oakland 13 Jan 1980).(2) for an ironic take on this, see One More Saturday Night(3) alternative lyrics were tried out as the song was being developed - see Wave That Flag

final versionPlayed by Bob Weir with the Grateful Dead and with most of his other bands.I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wineI looked up into heaven, lord I saw a mighty signWrit in fire across the heaven, plain as black and whiteGet prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight ChorusUh huh, hey, Saturday nightOne more Saturday nightHey, Saturday nightEverybody's dancing down at the local armory (note 1)With a basement full of dynamite and live artilleryTemperature keeps rising, everybody getting highCome the rocking stroke of midnight, the whole place is gonna fly [chorus]I turn on Channel Six, the President comes on the newsSays I got no satisfaction, that's why I sing the bluesHis wife says don't get crazy, Lord you know what to do (note 2)Just crank that old Victrola, put on your rocking shoes [chorus]Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worthThought he'd have a big old party, thought he'd call it planet earthDon't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comesWhen the rocking, rolling music meets the rising, shining sun [chorus](1) variations Bob Weir has sung include "Everybody's dancing at the local skating rink" (thanks to Dan Franzen for spotting this)(2) on 17 April 1982 (and perhaps on other occasions during Ronald Reagan's presidency), Bob Weir sang "Nancy says don't get crazy Ron, you know just what to do."