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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bradley Nowell
Bradley Nowell
Guitar
Eric Wilson
Eric Wilson
Bass Guitar
Marshall Goodman
Marshall Goodman
Drums
Miguel
Miguel
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sublime
Sublime
Producer
Miguel
Miguel
Producer

Lyrics

As I was walkin' down Rub-a-Dub Square Not a chill to the wind, but a nip to the air From another direction, she was caught in my eye It could be an illusion, but I might as well try I might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I knew without asking, she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Like other girls Well, I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrong 'Cause heaven works out the way it does in this song (hey) 'Cause once in a while, you get shown in the light Of the strangest of places if you look at it right It was the summer of love and I thank the stars above Because a woman took her lovin' over me And just to gain her trust, I bought a microbus Because I sold off all my personal property A tight tie-dye dress, she was a psychedelic mess We toured to the north, south, east, and west We sold some mushroom tea, we sold some ecstasy We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin, and PCP And now I hear the police comin' after me Yes now I hear the police comin' after me The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair Now she's got the police comin' after me But there ain't nothin' wrong with the way she moves All scarlet begonias and a touch of the blues And there ain't nothin' wrong with the love that's in her eye I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by Let it pass by Oh, just let her pass by
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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