song details

Black Peter

year:
1969

words by:
Robert Hunter

music by:
Jerry Garcia

arranged by:

lyrics:

All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
say, "The weather down here so fine"

Just then the wind
came squalling through the door
but who can
the weather command?
Just want to have
a little peace to die
and a friend or two 
I love at hand 

Fever roll up to a hundred and five
Roll on up
gonna roll back down
One more day
I find myself alive
tomorrow 
maybe go
beneath the ground

See here how everything
lead up to this day
and it's just like
any other day
that's ever been
Sun goin' up
and then the 
sun it goin' down
Shine through my window and
my friends they come around
come around
come around

People may know but
the people don't care
that a man could be
as poor as me
"Take a look at poor Peter
he's lyin' in pain
now let's go run
and see"

Run and see
hey, hey,
run and see

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