Black Muddy River Grateful Dead
When the last rose of sum[A]mer pricks my[Bm] finger[D] [A]
And the [A]hot sun [Bm]chills me to the [D]bone
When I [A]can't hear the [Bm]song for the [D]sing[A]er
And I [F#m]can't tell my [E]pillow from a [D]stone
[E]I will walk a[A]lone by the [D]black muddy [A]river
And [F#m]sing me a [E]song of my [D]own
[E]I will walk a[A]lone by the [D]black muddy [A]river
And [F#m]dream me a [E]dream of my [D]own
When the l[A]ast bolt of s[Bm]unshine hits the [D]mou[A]ntain
And the [A]stars st[Bm]art to splatter in the [D]sky
When the [A]moon splits t[Bm]he southwest ho[D]riz[A]on
With the s[A]cream of an [Bm]eagle on the [D]fly
[E]I will walk a[A]lone by the [D]black muddy [A]river
And [F#m]listen to the [E]ripples as they [D]moan
[E]I will walk a[A]lone by the [D]black muddy [A]river
And [F#m]sing me a s[E]ong of my [D]own
[Bm] Black muddy [E]river
[A]Roll on for[F#m]ever
Don't [E]care how deep or [A]wide
[E]If you got another [A]side
D C#m (or A/C#)
Roll muddy river
[Bm]Roll mud[A]dy river
[D]Black muddy [E] river [A]roll
When it s[A]eems like the [Bm]night will last f[D]ore[A]ver
And t[A]here's n[Bm]othing left to do but count the [D]years
When the [A]strings of my [Bm]heart start to [D]sev[A]er
And s[A]tones fall from my [Bm]eyes instead of [D]tears
[E]I will walk a[A]lone by the [D]black muddy [A]river
And [F#m]dream me a [E]dream of my [D]own
[E]I will walk a[A]lone by the [D]black muddy [A]river
And [F#m]sing me a s[E]ong of my ow[D]n
And [F#m]sing me a s[E]ong of my ow[D]n
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