Jack Straw (Grateful Dead)


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 rolling, just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy, you're moving much to 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 been me

We used to play for silver, now we play for life
One's for blood, one's for sport at the point of a knife
Now the die is shakin, now the die must fall
There ain't no winner the game, he don't go home with all
Not with all

Leaving Texas, fourth day of July
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit, lighting outta Santa Fe
Great Northern out of Cheyenne from sea to shining sea

Got to get to Tulsa, first train we can ride
Gotta settle one old score, once more for the pride
Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon, will keep him from the sun
Ain't no 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 to 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