Black Peter (Grateful Dead)


All of my friends come to see my last night
I was layin in my bed and dyin
Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
Say, "the weather down here so fine"

Just then the wind come squallin through the door
But who can the weather command
Just wanna have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand

Fever roll up, a hundred and five
Roll up, roll back down
One more day, I find myself alive
Tomorrow, maybe go beneath the ground

See here how everything lead up to this day
And it's just like any other day that's ever been
Sun goin up and then the sun is goin down
Shine through my window, and my friends they come around
Come around
Come around

People may know, people don't care
That a man could be as poor, poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lyin in pain
Now let's go run and see
Run and see
Run and see
Run and see...