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Uncle Johns Band Grateful Dead
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[G]Oh, the first days are the hardest days, don't you wo[C]rry any m[G]ore,
'C[G]ause when life looks like Easy Street there is da[C]nger at your d[G]oor.
T[Amin]hink this through with[Emin] me; [Emin] [C]let me know your mind.[D]
W[C]hoa-o[D]h, what [G]I want [Amin]to know-[G]oh, is[D] are you [G]kind.
[G]It's a buck dancer's choice, my friend, better t[C]ake my a[G]dvice;
Y[G]ou know all the rules by now, and the f[C]ire from the i[G]ce.
W[Amin]ill you come with[Emin] me, w[C]on't you come with [D]me?
W[C]hoa-oh, what I [D]want[G] to kn[D]ow-oh[C], will you [G]come [D]with me? [G]
[G]God damn, well I de[C]cl[G]are! [Amin] Have you [G]seen the [D]like?
T[C]heir walls are built of cannonballs, their[G] mott[D]o is "Don't[C] tread o[D]n me".
C[G]ome hear Uncle John's b[C]and p[Amin]laying [G]by the r[D]iverside,
G[C]ot some things to talk about, h[G]ere besi[D]de the r[C]ising t[D]ide.
(play intro again)
[G]It's the same story the crow told me, it's the [C]only one he k[G]nows;
L[G]ike the morning sun you come, and l[C]ike the wind you [G]go.
[Amin]Ain't no time to [Emin]hate, b[C]arely time to w[D]ait.
W[C]hoa-oh, what [D]I wa[G]nt to[D] know-[G]oh, w[Amin]here does t[G]he time go?
[G]I live in a silver mine and I c[C]all it Beggar's T[G]omb;
[G]I've got me a violin and I [C]beg you, call a [G]tune.
[Amin]Anybody's c[Emin]hoice, [C]I can hear your v[D]oice.
W[C]hoa-oh, what [D]I wa[G]nt to[D] know-[G]oh, h[Amin]ow does the so[G]ng go?
C[G]ome hear Uncle John's b[C]and b[Amin]y the r[G]iverside[D]
G[C]ot some things to talk about h[G]ere besi[D]de the [C]rising t[G]ide.
C[G]ome hear Uncle John's b[C]and[Amin] playing [G]to th[D]e tide
C[C]ome on along or go alon[D]e, he's co[G]me to ta[D]ke his ch[C]ildren ho[G]me.
(now jam! You have to! It's the grateful dead! Just play some scales around the into lick!)
[C]Whoa-oh, what [D]I wa[G]nt to[D] know-[G]oh, h[Amin]ow does the so[G]ng go?
(shut your guitar up and belt it out)
Come hear Uncle John's band by the riverside
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.
C[G]ome here Uncle John's b[C]and p[Amin]laying [G]to the [D]tide,
C[C]ome along or go alone, he's come[G] to take[D] his chil[C]dren home[G].
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