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Greatest Story Ever Told
Grateful Dead
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One, two, one, two, listen, uh, you remember when Country Joe McDonald
Was saying all that stuff about the tower? Well, uh, there's now
Too many people on the tower again. So, uh, those people who know
Who they are, uh, get off the tower. There's good folks, thank you
You don't wanna cause a blooming catastrophe, so get the fuck down
Don't nobody try to catch that flare that's drifting down
As if to illuminate the progress of all
Those folks climbing down from those towers
Watch your heads!
I think that was a bad chop. In the future, we'll
Wanna aim those a little higher, whoever's doing that
Mighty pretty and mighty lethal
Aim for the lake
Moses come riding up on a quasar
His spurs was jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
I asked him to come on in out of the cold
His brain was boiling, his reason was spent
Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent
I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun
Now and again these things just got to be done
Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence
Get right to work if you have any sense
The one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench
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Gideon come in with his eyes on the floor
Said, "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door"
Moses stood up a full six foot ten
Said, "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in"
I asked him for water he poured me some wine
We finished the bottle then broke into mine
You get what you come for, you're ready to go
It's one in ten thousand that come for the show
Abraham and Isaac digging on a well
Mama come quick with the water witch spell
Cool clear water where you can't never tell
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Abraham and Isaac digging on a well
Mama come quick with the water witch spell
Cool clear water where you can't never tell
You see, all the time we're playing here, we got about, oh
Twenty, thirty knots and about ninety, a hundred degrees of jet
Breath coming in on us from these space heaters over here. They
Smell like burning kerosene and make you dizzy, and make a guitar
Go out of tune. But without them all this would not be possible
To such an extent, as it were, as it is. Surely you understand
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