Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Vocals
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Bass Guitar
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
S. Schuster
S. Schuster
Saxophone
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Lead Guitar
Keith Godchaux
Keith Godchaux
Keyboards
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Percussion
Donna Godchaux
Donna Godchaux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Songwriter
John Barlow
John Barlow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Producer
Joe Gastwirt
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering Engineer
Rob Taylor
Rob Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Dan Healy
Dan Healy
Recording Engineer
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Assistant Producer
James Austin
James Austin
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There's mosquitos on the river
Fish are rising up like birds
It's been hard for seven weeks now
To hard to even speak now
Did you hear what I just heard?
[Verse 2]
Said might have been a fiddle
Or it could have been the wind
But there seems to be a beat now
I can feel it in my feet now
Listen here, it comes again
[Verse 3]
There's a band out on the highway
They're high steppin' into town
It's a rainbow full of sound
It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns
Everybody's dancin'
[Verse 4]
Come on, children, come on, children
Come on, clap your hands
[Verse 5]
Sun went down in honey
And the moon came up in wine
You know the stars were spinnin' dizzy
Lord, the band kept us so busy
We forgot about the time
[Verse 6]
They're a band beyond description
Like Jehovah's favorite choir
People joinin' hand in hand
While the music plays the band
Lord, they're settin' us on fire
[Verse 7]
Crazy rooster crow on midnight
Balls of lightnin' roll along
Old men sing about their dreams
Women laugh and children scream
And the band keeps playin' on
[Verse 8]
Keep on dancin' through the daylight
Greet the mornin' air with song
No one's noticed but the band's all packed and gone
Was it ever here at all?
But they kept on dancin'
[Verse 9]
Come on children, come on children
Come on, clap your hands
[Verse 10]
Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday
And the corn's a bumper crop
And the fields are full of dancin'
Full of singin' and romancin'
The music never stopped
Written by: Bob Weir, John Barlow
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out