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Jack Straw Lyrics. [Verse 1: The 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 rollin', just a mile to...
"Jack Straw" is a rock song written by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter. The track appeared on the album Europe '72 by the Grateful Dead, who frequently performed it live. The song was first performed in concert on October 19, 1971, in Minneapolis, Minnesota at new keyboardist Keith Godchaux's first appearance with the band.
- May 3, 1972
- Rock
- November 5, 1972
Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run. [The Grateful Dead:] 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.
Jack Straw. Lyrics By: Robert Hunter. Music By: Bob Weir. [All] 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 too slow. [Jerry] I just jumped the watchman right outside the fence.
Jack Straw. Grateful Dead. 5 Comments. 0 Tags. 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 a-rolling. Just a mile to go. Keep on rolling, my old buddy. You're moving much too slow. I just jumped the watchman. Right outside the fence. Took his ring, four bucks in change.
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10 de ene. de 2024 · Jack Straw Lyrics by Grateful Dead from the The Complete Oakland New Year’s Eve 1986 Show album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: 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 …
Just a mile to go. Keep on rolling, my old buddy. You're moving much too slow. I just jumped the watchman. Right outside the fence. Took his ring, four bucks in change. It ain't that heaven-sent? Hurts my ears to listen. Burns my eyes to see. Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon. Might as well be me. We used to play for silver.