Jack Straw Song Lyrics

Grateful Dead

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publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Robert C. Hunter, Robert Hall Weir
album: Track in album Fare Thee Well
release date: 2015-11-20
popularity : 44 users have visited this page.
length: 10:24

Album Information

label: Rhino
country(area): [Worldwide]
script: Latin

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Grateful Dead Fare Thee Well cover art

Lyrics

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We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine.
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go;
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.

I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.

We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife.
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.
There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all.
Not with all.

We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine.
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go;
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.

I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.

We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife.
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.
There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all.
Not with all.

We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine.
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go;
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.

I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.

We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife.
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.
There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all.
Not with all.

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Box of Rain
  • 2 Jack Straw
  • 3 Bertha
  • 4 Passenger
  • 5 The Wheel
  • 6 Crazy Fingers
  • 7 The Music Never Stopped

  • 1 Mason's Children
  • 2 Scarlet Bagonias
  • 3 Fire on the Mountain
  • 4 Drums
  • 5 Space
    CD 3
  • 1 New Potato Caboose
  • 2 Playing In The Band
  • 3 Jam
  • 4 Let It Grow
  • 5 Help On The Way
  • 6 Slipknot!
  • 7 Franklin's Tower
  • 8 Ripple