Wharf Rat (Grateful Dead)


Old man down,
Way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty,
He asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee.
I got no dime but I got some time,
To hear his story.

My name is August West,
And I love my Pearly Baker best, more than my wine.
More than my wine,
More than my maker, though he's no friend of mine.

Everyone said,
That I'd come to no good, I knew I would but Pearly believed them.
Half of my life,
I spent doin time for some other fucker's crime.
The other half found me stumblin around,
Drunk on burgundy wine.

But I'll get back,
On my feet some day.
The good lord willing,
If he says I may.
I know that the life,
I'm living's no good.
I'll get a new start,
Live the life I should.

I'll get up and fly away,
I'll get up and fly away,
Fly away.

Pearly's been true,
True to me, true to my dyin' day he said.
I said to him,
I said to him, I'm sure she's been.
I know she's been,
I'm sure she's been true to you.

Got up and wandered,
Wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just to hang around.
I got a girl,
Her name Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me.
I know she's been,
I'm sure she's been true to me.
True to me.