BLACK MUDDY RIVER
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia.
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing.

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 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.