Black Peter

Lyrics By: Robert Hunter Music By: Jerry Garcia

All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel Say "the weather down here so fine"

Just then the wind came squalling through the door But who can the weather command Just want to have a little peace to die And a friend or two I love at hand

Fever roll up to a hundred and five Roll on up, gonna roll back down One more day I find myself alive Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground

See here how everything Lead up to this day And it's just like any other day That's ever been Sun going up and then The sun going down Shine through my window And my friends they come around Come around, come around

The people might know, but the people don't care That a man can be as poor as me Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain Now let's come run and see Run and see Run and see Run, run and see, and see