| I may be going to hell in a bucket, baby, but at least I'm enjoying the ride. |
Grateful Dead, |
Hell In A Bucket |
| Love is like an April rain that makes the harvest grow. |
Grateful Dead, |
Yellow Moon |
| Put your money where your love is. |
Grateful Dead, |
Loser |
| Says she's got my child, but it don't look like me. |
Grateful Dead, |
Friend Of The Devil |
| Rat cat ally, roll them bones, need that cash to feed the jones. And the politicians throwing stones, singing ashes, ashes, all fall down. |
Grateful Dead, |
Throwing Stones |
| Busted down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowling pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearing thin, they just won't let you be. |
Grateful Dead, |
Truckin' |
| Drink all day and rock all night, the law come and get you if you don't walk right. |
Grateful Dead, |
Tennessee Jed |
| Got a steady job moving items for the mob. Know the pay's pathetic, it's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic. |
Grateful Dead, |
West L.A. Fadeaway |
| Prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail, and if he catches up to me, I'll be spending my life in jail. |
Grateful Dead, |
Friend Of The Devil |
| The shoe is on the hand that fits. |
Grateful Dead, |
Touch Of Grey |
| Well I ain't often right, but I've never been wrong. |
Grateful Dead, |
Scarlet Begonias |
| When it seems like the night will last forever, and there's nothing left to do but count the years. When the strings of my harp sever, and stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone by the black muddy river. |
Grateful Dead, |
Black Muddy River |
| Don't dominate the rap, Jack, if you got nothing new to say. |
Grateful Dead, |
New Speedway Boogie |
| I don't know, but I've been told, if the horse don't pull you got to carry the load. |
Grateful Dead, |
New Speedway Boogie |
| Never trust a woman who wears her pants too tight, she might love you tomorrow, but she'll be gone tomorrow night. |
Grateful Dead, |
Never Trust A Woman |
| I like your smile, but I ain't your type, don't shake the tree when its fruit ain't ripe. |
Grateful Dead, |
Loose Lucy |
| When God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth, thought he'd have a big old party, thought he'd call it planet Earth. |
Grateful Dead, |
One More Saturday Night |
| Sometimes the lights all shining on me, other times I can barely see. |
Grateful Dead, |
Truckin' |
| Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait. |
Grateful Dead, |
Uncle John's Band |
| Gone are the days we stopped to decide, where we should go, we just ride. |
Grateful Dead, |
Crazy Fingers |
| I'd rather be a free man in my grave, than living as a puppet or a slave. |
Grateful Dead, |
The Harder They Come |
| Since it costs a lot to win and even more to lose, you and me are bound to spend some time wondering what to choose. |
Grateful Dead, |
Deal |
| When life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door. |
Grateful Dead, |
Uncle John's Band |
| Wherever we run, we'll never get far from what we leave behind. We can run, run, run, but we can't hide. |
Grateful Dead, |
We Can Run But We Can't Hide |
| Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee. |
Grateful Dead, |
Friend Of The Devil |