song details

Alligator
year:
1967
words by:
Robert Hunter, Ron McKernan
music by:
Ron McKernan, Phil Lesh
arranged by:
lyrics:
Sleepy alligator in the noonday sun
Sleepin by the river just like he usually done
Call for his whisky
He can call for his tea
Call all he wanta but he can't call me

Oh no
I been there before
and I'm not comin back around
there no more

Creepy alligator comin all around the bend
Talkin' 'bout the times when we was mutual friends
I check my mem'ry
I check it quick yes I will
I check it runnin'
some old kind of trick

Oh no
Well I been there before
and I ain't a comin' back around
there no more
no I'm not

[this verse by the Grateful Dead]
Hung up waitin' for a windy day 
Hung up waitin' for a windy day 
Tear down the Fillmore,
Gas the Avalon

[this verse by McKernan]
Ridin' down the river in an old canoe 
a bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe
out of the river all ugly and green
The biggest old alligator that I've ever seen
Teeth big and pointed and his eyes were buggin out
Contact the union, put the beggars to rout
Screamin' and yellin and lickin' his chops
He never runs he just stumbles and hops
Just out of prison on six dollars bail
Mumblin' at bitches and waggin' his tail

Alligator runnin' round my door (4x) 

Alligator creepin' round the corner of my cabin door 
He's comin' 'round to bother me some more
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