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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Performer
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Bass Guitar
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Drums
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Vocals
Brent Mydland
Brent Mydland
Keyboards
Bob Bralove
Bob Bralove
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Composer
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Dan Healy
Dan Healy
Additional Engineer
David Roberts
David Roberts
Additional Engineer
Jeff Sterling
Jeff Sterling
Additional Engineer
Jeffrey Norman
Jeffrey Norman
Additional Engineer
Joe Gastwirt
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering Engineer
Justin Kreutzmann
Justin Kreutzmann
Additional Engineer
Robert Gatley
Robert Gatley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hale Milfgrim
Hale Milfgrim
Associate Producer
Guy Charbonneau
Guy Charbonneau
Engineer
Jimmy Edwards
Jimmy Edwards
Associate Producer
John Cutler
John Cutler
Producer
Robin Hurley
Robin Hurley
Associate Producer
Bill Candelario
Bill Candelario
Equipment Technician
Scott Pascucci
Scott Pascucci
Associate Producer
Billy Grillo
Billy Grillo
Equipment Technician
Harry Popick
Harry Popick
Equipment Technician
Laurence "Ram Rod" Shurtliff
Laurence "Ram Rod" Shurtliff
Equipment Technician
Robbie Taylor
Robbie Taylor
Equipment Technician
Steve Parish
Steve Parish
Equipment Technician
Tom Flye
Tom Flye
Mixing Engineer
Cameron Sears
Cameron Sears
Reissue Producer
David Lemieux
David Lemieux
Reissue Producer
James Austin
James Austin
Reissue Producer

Lyrics

When the last rose of summer pricks my finger And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow from a stone I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain And the stars start to splatter in the sky When the moon splits the southwest horizon With the scream of an eagle on the fly I will walk alone by the black muddy river And listen to the ripples as they moan I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own Black muddy river, roll on forever I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side Roll muddy river, roll muddy river Black muddy river, roll Black muddy river, roll on forever I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side Roll muddy river, roll muddy river Black muddy river, roll When it seems like the night will last forever And there's nothing left to do but count the years When the strings of my heart start to sever And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears I will walk alone by the black muddy river And dream me a dream of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own And sing me a song of my own
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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