Monday Morning Gunning With The Dead
Another Weird Tune
Greatest Story Ever Told
Lyrics by Robert Hunter; Music by Bob WeirMoses came riding up on a guitar
His spurs were a-jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
I asked him to come on in out of the cold
His brain was boiling, his reason was spent
He said if nothing was borrowed then nothing was lent
I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun
Said Now n’again these things just got to be doneAbraham and Isaac
sitting on a fence
You’d get right to work
if you had any sense
Y’know the one thing we need
is a left-hand monkey wrenchGideon come in with his eyes on the floor
Says: Y’ain’t got a hinge, you can’t close the door
Moses stood up a full six foot ten
Says: You can’t close the door when the wall’s caved in
I asked him for water, he poured me some wine
We finished the bottle then broke into mine
You get what you come for, you’re ready to go
It’s one in ten thousand just come for the showAbraham and Isaac
Digging on a well
Mama come quick
with the water witch spell
Cool clear water
where you can’t never tell
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