I used nearly 30 titles to grateful dead songs in a clever story that brings you back to the days of the G.D.
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fiogf49gjkf0d One day I met a Traveler while on the Golden Road,
as classic a Deadhead as you'll ever want to know.
His name is Cosmic Charlie and he sang the U.S. Blues,
does the Mississippi Halfstep Uptown To-da-loo.
(chorus)
Tell me where will they go?
Now that Jerry's gone...
where will all the Deadheads go.
He left Cold Rain and Snow behind for the Promised Land,
it's been 30 years of Truckin' and Playin' in the Band,
Destination Terrapin Station, Casey Jones will drive the train,
the only baggage let on board is just A Box of Rain.
(chorus)
It Must Have Been the Roses or the Mountains of the Moon,
or was it the Orange Sunshine he did with Stella Blue.
He doesn't seem to fit society today,
a throwback from the sixties...those psychedelic days.
(chorus)
Faded are the Tiedye, the hair has a Touch of Grey,
Much like My Brother Esau, feeling Old and in the Way.
Sugar Magnolia, shake it Sugaree, Scarlet Begonnias, Jack Straw, Cassidy.
(chorus)
Always forward, seldom straight, Saint Steven said to me,
what about this California proposition 215.
at about "420" you will find them rolling up,
to check out the northern lights...
smell that Sinsee Skunk.
(chorus)
Jerry never left you know,
he's there if you can see,
because it's all about the music
that lives on in you and me,
Destination Terrapin Station, Casey Jones will drive the train,
the only baggage let on board is just a Box of Rain. (Chorus)
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