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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Grateful Dead
Interprète
Jerry Garcia
Chant
Phil Lesh
Chant
Bill Kreutzmann
Batterie
Mickey Hart
Batterie
Bob Weir
Chant
Brent Mydland
Claviers
Keith Godchaux
Piano
John Mcfee
Pedal steel guitar
Donna Jean Godchaux
Chant
Ned Lagin
Synthétiseur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jerry Garcia
Paroles/Composition
Robert Hunter
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Grateful Dead
Production
Jerry Garcia
Production
Joe Gastwirt
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Phil Lesh
Production
Bill Kreutzmann
Production
Mickey Hart
Production
Bob Weir
Production
Roy Segal
Ingénierie
Keith Godchaux
Production
George Horn
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Phil Brown
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tom Flye
Ingénierie de mixage
Donna Jean Godchaux
Production
David Lemieux
Production
Cameron Sears
Production
James Austin
Production
Paroles
As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the Winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew, without askin', she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
In the thick of the evening, when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes, I'd been there before, I'd been there before
Well, I ain't always right, but I've never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while, you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Well, there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea For Two"
The sky was yellow, and the Sun was blue
Strangers stoppin' strangers, just to shake their hand
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia
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