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(Grateful Dead - Europe '72: The Complete Recordings, Vol. 01: Wembley Empire Pool, London, England (4/7/1972))
 
Part of my problem I think too was trying to soak too much in....as in, listening to the albums two, three times. Don't do that.

Anyways, first show is a good one. I love the anti climatic opening "speech"..."yay, finally here" or what? not knowing what a monumental tour they were to embark on :D:D


Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
And I asked him to come in out of the cold
His brain was boiling, his reason was spent
His motto is nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent
He ask me for mercy, I gave him a gun
He said these things just got to be done
Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence
You'd get right to work if you had any sense
You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench
Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor
Said "you ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door"
Moses stood up above his six foot and ten
Said "you can't close the door when the wall's caved in"
 

Did you ever steal a quarter when you was 10 years old?
Ever wear a brogan with a hole in the sole?
Did you ever ride a freight train while runnin' from the law?
I've done it all, Lord, Lord, I've done it all

Did you ever spend a winter in a dirty jail?
Did you ever buy a topcoat at a rummage sale?
Did you ever spend a Christmas inside detention hall?
I've done it all, Lord, Lord, I've done it all

Well, I've picked my share of cotton, boys
And I drove one railroad spike
And I've been everywhere I talk about
And I can tell you what it's like

I've even been to San Francisco wearing regular clothes
With them modern hippie folks staring down their nose
I can proudly say I've answered my patriotic call
I've done it all, Lord, Lord, I've done it all

LOVE it :D
 
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Yass. B)

Merle Haggard - Mama Tried


The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride,
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
And no one could change my mind but Mama tried
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild,
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept turning
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore

I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load,
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused

I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried,
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
 
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