Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Keyboards
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Vocals
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Drums
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Vocals
Tom Constanten
Tom Constanten
Keyboards
Pete Grant
Pete Grant
Dobro
David Nelson
David Nelson
Guitar
Debbie Eisenberg
Debbie Eisenberg
Musician
Marmaduke
Marmaduke
Musician
Mouse
Mouse
Musician
Wendy
Wendy
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Arranger
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Arranger
Tom Constanten
Tom Constanten
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Producer
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Producer
Dan Healy
Dan Healy
Additional Engineer
Owsley Stanley
Owsley Stanley
Additional Engineer
Ron Wickersham
Ron Wickersham
Additional Engineer
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Producer
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Producer
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Producer
Tom Constanten
Tom Constanten
Producer
Betty Cantor
Betty Cantor
Engineer
Bob Matthews
Bob Matthews
Engineer
Leo de Gar Kulka
Leo de Gar Kulka
Engineer
Bobby Mitchell
Bobby Mitchell
Producer
David Hassinger
David Hassinger
Producer
Tom Donahue
Tom Donahue
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Sittin' in Mangrove valley chasing light beams Everything wanders from baby to Z Baby, baby, babe, pretty it all on Tuesday Old like a rum drinkin' demon at tea Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter? What, what tell me what's your why how? Tell me why will you never come home? Tell me what's your reason if you've got a good one Everywhere I go the people all know Everyone is doin' that rag Everywhere I go the people all know Everyone is doin' that rag Take my line and go fishin' for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons Couldn't find any better ones in the mornin' at three The rain gonna come but the rain gonna go you know Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit dark before the day Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone is doin' that rag Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone's doin' that rag You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are wingin' home now Hey love, go and look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now Wading in the water and you'll never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag Wading in the water and you'll never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve Come back here, baby Louise And tell me the name of the game that you play Is it all fall down? Is it all go under? Is it all fall down? Is it all go under? Is it all fall down? Is it all go under?
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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