積分
出演艺人
Jerry Garcia
演唱
Bill Kreutzmann
鼓
Bob Weir
演唱
Brent Mydland
键盘
Mickey Hart
鼓
Phil Lesh
低音吉他
作曲和作词
Jerry Garcia
编曲
Robert Hunter
词曲作者
Bill Kreutzmann
编曲
Bob Weir
编曲
Brent Mydland
编曲
Mickey Hart
编曲
Phil Lesh
编曲
制作和工程
Bob Matthews
其他工程师
John Cutler
其他工程师
Peter Thea
其他工程师
Betty Cantor-Jackson
工程师
歌詞
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
That my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, "Now cool down boy"
Settle back easy, Jim
You may be Saturday's child, all grown
Moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burial ground
Or just another pretty face
You may be the fate of Ophelia
Sleeping and perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness
Self-centred to the extreme
Ain't nobody messin' with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire
Baby, don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
That's what she said to me
Gonna want a bed to lay your head
And a little sympathy
There are things you can replace
And others you cannot
The time has come to weigh those things
This space is gettin' hot
You know, this space is gettin' hot
I told Althea, "I'm a roving son"
That I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, "OK that's fine"
So, now I'm trying to catch her
Can't talk to you without talking to me
We're guilty of the same old things
Thinking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia
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