Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Performer
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Bob Weir
Vocals
Brent Mydland
Vocals
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Bob Weir
Arranger
Brent Mydland
Arranger
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Billy Rothschild
Assistant Engineer
Gregg Mann
Assistant Engineer
Michael Peri
Assistant Engineer
Dennis Leonard
Engineer
Don Pearson
Engineer
Jon Cutler
Engineer
Bill Candelario
Equipment Technician
Harry Popick
Equipment Technician
Jeffrey Boden
Equipment Technician
John Thomas
Equipment Technician
Laurence "Ram Rod" Shurtliff
Equipment Technician
Paul Roehlk
Equipment Technician
Steve Parish
Equipment Technician
Willy Legate
Equipment Technician
Greg Fulginiti
Mastering Engineer
Dan Healy
Producer
Amy Polan
Producer
Bettike Barsotti
Producer
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Producer
Bill Graham
Producer
Bob Barsotti
Producer
Bob Hall
Producer
Drew Holmes
Producer
Frank Stetler
Producer
James McGrath
Producer
Jan Rasmussen
Producer
John Scher
Producer
Mo Morrison
Producer
Peter Barsotti
Producer
Peter Michelini
Producer
Phil Guiliano
Producer
Rudy House
Producer
Scott Ferry
Producer
Shelley Diamond
Producer
Sherry Wasserman
Producer
Willy John Cashman
Producer
Bob Matthews
Recording Technician
Dan McInerney
Recording Technician
Jeff Hellman
Recording Technician
Letra
[Verse 1]
Annie laid her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
In her long, brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know, I could not leave her there
[Verse 2]
Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea
A-thinkin', well, how it may blow
In all good company
If I tell another what your lips told to me
Let me lay 'neath the roses
Let my eyes no longer see
[Verse 3]
I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long, brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know, I could not leave her there
[Verse 4]
One pane of glass in the window
No one is complainin' though
Come in and shut the door
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore
And it's strange how no one
Comes around anymore
[Verse 5]
I don't know, it must have been the roses
Roses or the ribbons in her long, brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know, I could not leave her there
[Verse 6]
I don't know, it must have been the roses
Roses or the ribbons in her long, brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know, I could not leave her there
Written by: Robert Hunter