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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Performer
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Vocals
Brent Mydland
Brent Mydland
Keyboards
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Arranger
Brent Mydland
Brent Mydland
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Producer
Brent Mydland
Brent Mydland
Producer
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Producer
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Producer
Jeffrey Norman
Jeffrey Norman
Mastering Engineer
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Producer
Dan Healy
Dan Healy
Producer
David Lemieux
David Lemieux
Producer
Jon Cutler
Jon Cutler
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
That my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, now cool down, boy
Settle back easy, Jim
[Verse 2]
You may be Saturday's child all grown
Moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground
Or just another pretty face
You may be the fate of Ophelia
Sleeping an perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness
Self-center to the extreme
[Verse 3]
Ain't nobody messing with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe it's your fire
Baby, I hope you don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
That's what she said to me
You're gonna want a bed, to lay your head
And a little sympathy
[Verse 4]
There are things you can replace
And others you cannot
The time has come to weigh those things
This space is getting hot
You know this space is getting hot
[Verse 5]
I told Althea I'm a roving sign
That I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, okay that's fine
And now I'm trying to catch her
Can't talk to you without talking to me
We're guilty of the same old things
Thinking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring
Written by: Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter

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