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Grateful Deadのトップソング
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Performer
Bob Weir
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Donna Jean Godchaux
Vocals
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Keith Godchaux
Piano
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Vocals
Tom Constanten
Keyboards
Pete Grant
Dobro
David Nelson
Guitar
Debbie Eisenberg
Musician
Marmaduke
Musician
Mouse
Musician
WENDY
Musician
Merle Saunders
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Weir
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Donna Jean Godchaux
Arranger
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Keith Godchaux
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Arranger
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Arranger
Tom Constanten
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Producer
Bob Weir
Producer
Robert Hunter
Producer
Dan Healy
Additional Engineer
Owsley Stanley
Producer
Ron Wickersham
Additional Engineer
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Donna Jean Godchaux
Producer
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Keith Godchaux
Producer
Mickey Hart
Producer
Phil Lesh
Producer
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Producer
Tom Constanten
Producer
Bob Cassidy
Engineer
Leo de Gar Kulka
Engineer
Betty Cantor
Producer
Bob Matthews
Producer
Dick Bogert
Recording Engineer
Bobby Mitchell
Producer
David Hassinger
Producer
Tom Donahue
Producer
Jim Furman
Recording Engineer
Rosie
Recording Engineer
Wizard
Recording Engineer
Barry Gutman
Equipment Technician
David Lemieux
Producer
Jeffrey Norman
Mastering Engineer
Joe Winslow
Equipment Technician
Mark Raizene
Equipment Technician
Rex Jackson
Stage Technician
Sonny Heard
Stage Technician
Steve Parish
Equipment Technician
歌詞
We can share the women
We can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours
'Cause we done shared all of mine
Keep a rolling
Just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in change
Now ain't that heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me
We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all
Not with all...
Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning
Out of Santa Fe
Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea
Gotta get to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Got to settle one old score
And one small point of pride...
Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
Keep him from the sun
Ain't no bed will give us rest, man,
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And layed his body down
Half a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women
we can share the wine...
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Bob Weir
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