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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Performer
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Vocals
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Phillips
John Phillips
Songwriter
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Arranger
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Arranger
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Producer
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Producer
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Producer
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Producer
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Producer
Billy Candelario
Billy Candelario
Equipment Technician
John Hagen
John Hagen
Equipment Technician
Laurence "Ram Rod" Shurtliff
Laurence "Ram Rod" Shurtliff
Equipment Technician
Mark Raizene
Mark Raizene
Equipment Technician
Steve Parish
Steve Parish
Equipment Technician
Rex Jackson
Rex Jackson
Stage Technician
Sonny Heard
Sonny Heard
Stage Technician

Lyrics

Me and my uncle went ridin' down, South colorado, west texas bound. We stopped over in santa fe, That bein' the point just about half way, And you know it was the hottest part of the day. I took the horses up to the stall, Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all. Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt, It bein' summer, I took off my shirt, And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt. When texas cowboys, they's all around, With liquor and money, they loaded down. So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame; You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game, High-low jack and the winner take the hand. My uncle starts winnin'; cowboys got sore. One of them called him, and then two more, Accused him of cheatin'; oh no, it couldn't be. I know my uncle, he's as honest as me, And I'm as honest as a gamblin' man can be. One of them cowboys, he starts to draw, And I shot him down, lord he never saw. Well I grabbed a bottle, cracked him in the jaw, Shot me another, oh damn he won't grow old. In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold, And we high-tailed it down to mexico. I love those cowboys, I love their gold, I loved my uncle, God rest his soul, Taught me good, lord, taught me all I know Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road.
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