The Grateful Dead - Jack Straw lyrics
[The Grateful Dead - Jack Straw lyrics]
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 on rollin', just a mile to go
Keep on rollin' my old buddy
You're movin' much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his rings, four bucks in change
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've been me
We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
And one's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
And now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in the game
He don't go home with all not with all
Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July
Sun so hot, the clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride
Gotta settle one old score
One small point of pride
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon
Will keep him from the sun
Ain't a bed can give us rest now
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And laid 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
We can share what we got of yours
Cause we done shared all of mine
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go
Keep on rollin' my old buddy
You're movin' much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his rings, four bucks in change
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've been me
We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
And one's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
And now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in the game
He don't go home with all not with all
Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July
Sun so hot, the clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride
Gotta settle one old score
One small point of pride
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon
Will keep him from the sun
Ain't a bed can give us rest now
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And laid 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