Site Dedicated the Memory of Pigpen
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DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF PIGPEN
Ronald C. "Pigpen" McKernan (September 8, 1945 – March 8, 1973
Site Dedicated the Memory of Pigpen
never fade away!
LAND OF THE FREE
HOME OF THE DEAD.
GRATEFUL DEAD
I KNOW YOU RIDER
I know you, rider, gonna miss
me when Im gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.
Laid down last night, lord, I could not take my rest;
Laid down last night, lord, I could not take my rest;
My mind was wandering like the wild geese in the west.
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.
I wish I was a headlight, on a north bound train;
I wish I was a headlight, on a north bound train;
Id shine my light through cool colorado rain.
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.
"We used to play for silver now we play for life And one's for sport, and one's for blood at the point of a knife And now the die has shaken, now the die must fall There ain't a winner in the game if He don't go home with all, not with all.
GRATEFUL DEAD JACK STRAW
LOSER
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia
If I had a gun for every
ace that I had drawn
I could arm a town the size
of Abilene
Don't you push me baby,
'cause I'm moaning low
And you know I'm only in it
for the gold
All that I am asking for is
ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back
with one good hand
You can look around at the
wide world over
But you'll never find
another honest man
Last fair deal in the
country, sweet Susie
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where
your love is baby
Before you let my deal go
down
Don't you push me baby,
'cause I'm moaning low
Well I know a little
something you won't ever know
Don't you touch hard
liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
Gonna get up in the morning
and go
Everybody's
bragging and drinking that wine
I can tell the Queen of
Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on an inside
straight
Well I got no chance of
losing this time
Well I got no chance of
losing this time
Lyrics:
Robert HunterWhen 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 will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
Sing me a song of my own
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars seem to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the south west horizon
And scream of an eagle on the fly
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
Sing me a song of my own
Black muddy river
Roll on forever
I don't care how deep and wide
If you got another side
Roll muddy river
Roll muddy river
Black muddy river, roll
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 heart start to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
Sing me a song of my own
DEAD BIKE IN DAYTONA
"West L.A. Fadeaway"
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.
Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
I don't want to buy it
I just want to rent it for an hour or two
I met an old mistake
Walking down the street today
I met an old mistake
Walking down the street today
I didn't want to be mean about it
But I didn't have one good word to say
West L.A. fadeaway
West L.A. fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey
I had a steady job
Hauling items for the mob
I had a steady job
Hauling items for the mob
Y'know the pay was pathetic
It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copacetic
I meet a West L.A. girl
Already know what I need to know
I meet a West L.A. girl
I already know what I need to know
Name, address and phone number
Lord and just how far to go
West L .A. Fadeaway
West L. A. Fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey
Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
I don't want to rent it
I just want to use it for a minute or two
West L. A. Fadeaway
West L. A. Fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey
MY VISIT TO THE HOME OF THE DEAD
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