Title: Black Muddy River
Album: The Arista Years
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia
Lyric:
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars start to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the southwest horizon
With the scream of an eagle on the fly
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
Black muddy river, roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river
Black muddy river, roll
Black muddy river, roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river
Black muddy river, roll
When it seems like the night will last forever
And there's nothing left to do but count the years
When the strings of my heart start to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
And sing me a song of my own
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