singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller
Deadhead boy, deadhead girl,
Followin' Jerry all over the world;
Beat up van down Highway One,
To Madison Square, to Budokan.
Sell their trinkets outside the show,
Silver skull and a long stemmed rose;
Travel all day by caravan,
Live like gypsies just as long as you can.
People laugh, say they can't relate,
Say you're stuck in 1968;
Live in a truck, sleep on the ground,
"Ha ha honey--get a load of these clowns."
But the air is poison, the land is a mess,
I don't feel nothin' but helplessness,
I'm not stickin' my head in the sand,
But I'll retreat in the music and follow the band.
I dreamed we were in Egypt land,
Travelin' across the desert sands;
By the pyramids we set up camp,
Built some fires, plugged in some amps.
The air was sweet, the night was cold,
A full moon rose the color of gold;
The band pulled up as the moonlight shone,
In a fleet limousine carved out of stone.
The night birds cried, the jackals smiled,
Crinoids weaved in the banks of the Nile;
The pharoahs stirred, the sphinxes glanced,
The first chord rang and the spirits danced.
Well I've seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go,
Passenger pigeons and Rolling Stones;
Hey Jerry I've traveled this whole world through,
And nobody casts a shadow like you.
Hello nautilus, hello trilobite,
Good to see you here tonight;
Hello condor how do you do,
Looks like we'll be leaving with you.
They're pullin' the plug, the curtain is down,
It's check-out time at the old stomping grounds;
Well I'm in no hurry to leave anyway,
While the music's playing, I'd like to stay.
What's the song, where will it end,
Will we meet again and again;
Skeleton music in a new age night,
Jerry how did you make it through all right?
And a million years on from today,
When they dig you up what will they say-
That extinction cannot tough the soul,
Where even the redwoods turn to coal.