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By Grateful Dead, The old home town looks the same as I step
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By Grateful Dead, Hey, hey little one so far from home and so
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By Grateful Dead, Put on your red dress baby 'cause we're going out
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By Grateful Dead, She's coming into town mama, always runnin' 'round
I've got a
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By Grateful Dead, How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet
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By Grateful Dead, I hear a voice calling it must be our Lord
Must
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By Grateful Dead, I wash my hands in the muddy water
I wash my
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By Grateful Dead, Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my
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By Grateful Dead, Will your high hopes get you there
Goal so far and
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By Grateful Dead, It's a cobbled dance that no one planned
Least of
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By Grateful Dead, Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, can't buy a
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By Grateful Dead, Well, I thought I had heard that diesel engine moan
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By Grateful Dead, She's wicked but she knows what she likes.
She's wicked but
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By Grateful Dead, A little boy knocked at the warden's door at Sing
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By Grateful Dead, I know they're gonna run take me
When they get across
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By Grateful Dead, Lovers we got to be, lovers we are.
I just
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By Grateful Dead, Down through the city their fancy cars are such a
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By Grateful Dead, Love, love in the afternoon
Outside the window an organ
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By Grateful Dead, Oh Oh Deep Water
Black and Cold Like the night
I stand
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By Grateful Dead, Let us put men and women together, see which one
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By Grateful Dead, Hey Mathilda, Mathilda, Mathilda
She take my money and run, Venezuela
Five
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By Grateful Dead, Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
Feeling
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By Grateful Dead, She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette is bound to
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By Grateful Dead, I heard you 'round about midnight,
slipping out of the bed.
You
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By Grateful Dead, If you ever feel lonesome when you're down in San
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By Grateful Dead, You tell me you're lonely
I know how you feel
Leaning up
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By Grateful Dead, There's mosquitoes on the river Fish are rising up like
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By Grateful Dead, My brother Esau killed the hunter, back in 1969,
Before the
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By Grateful Dead, Train I ride, sixteen coaches long. Train I ride, sixteen
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By Grateful Dead, We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take our trips
