Black Peter Grateful Dead Black Peter -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia) [A7]All of my friends come to[D7] see me last night, [A7]I was layin' in my bed and [D7]dyin'. [Em]Annie Bonnea[Bm]u from [A]St. [G]An[F#m]gel say the[Em] weather down here so [D7]fine. Just then the wind came squallin' through the door, But who can the weather command? Just want to have a little peace to die, And a friend or two I love at hand. Fever roll up to a hundred and five, Roll on up, gonna roll back down. One (tabfu.thudspace.net)