Musica de The Grateful Dead del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de The Grateful Dead tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para
[Intro]
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1: Grateful Dead]
We can share the women, we can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours, 'cause we done shared all of mine
Keep on rolling, just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy, you're moving much too slow
[Verse 2: Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir]
I just jumped the watchman right outside of the fence
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that heaven sent
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, and burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me
[Verse 3: Bob Wir]
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 no winner in the game
He don't go home with all, not with all
[Verse 4: Grateful Dead]
Leaving Texas, fourth day of July
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe
Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea
[Verse 5: Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir]
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride
Ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon, will keep him from the sun
Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 6: Grateful Dead]
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down
Half a mile from Tucson by the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy, you're moving much too slow
[Outro: Grateful Dead]
We can share the women we can share the wine
Thank you