Black Peter Grateful Dead
[A7]All of my friends come to[D7] see me last night
[A7]I was layin' in my bed and [D7]dyin'
[Em]Annie Bon-nea[Bm]u from [A]St. [G]An-[F#m]gel,
Say th[Em]e weather down here so [D7]fine.[A7]
[A7]Just then the wind came s[D7]quallin' through the door,
[A7]But who can the weather com[D7]mand?
[Em]Just want to [Bm]have a [A]little peace [G]to [F#m]die,
And a[Em] friend or two I love at [D7]hand.[A7]
[A7]Fever roll up to a[D7] hundred and five,
[A7]Roll on up, gonna roll back[D7] down
[Em]One more [Bm]day I [A]find [G]myself [F#m]alive,
Tom[Em]orrow maybe go beneath the [D7]ground.[D7]
[C]See here how everything [D/Em]lead up to this day,
[Dm]And it's just like [Am]any other day [Em]that's ever been.
[D]Sun comin' [G]up and then [C]the sun [Em]goin' [Am]down.
[F]Shine through my window and my [C]friends they come [D]around,
Come [Dm]around, come [F]around.[A7]
[A7]The people might know, but the [D7]people don't care,
[A7]That a man can be as poor as [D7]me.
[Em]Take a look at poor [Bm]Peter, he's [A]ly-[G]ing in[F#m] pain,
[Em]Now let's go run and[D7] see.
[D7]Run and see
Run and see
Run, run and see
Yeah, run and see