Black Peter / The Grateful Dead ~ lyrics and guitar chords
Black Peter
The Grateful Dead 

A7 Thing (x2)
        A7                                        D7
            All of my friends come to see me last night
        A7                                           D7
            I was layin' in my bed and dyin'

                       Em               Bm             A      G  F#m
                           Annie Bonneau from Saint Angel
                                        Em                                 D7    A7 Thing
                           Say, the weather down here so fine

            Just then the wind came squallin' through the door
            But who can the weather command

                           Just want to have a little peace to die
                           And a friend or two I love at hand
                                          *Solo*    (verse & chorus)

            Fever roll up to a hundred and five
            Roll, roll on up, gonna roll back down

                           One more day I find myself alive
                           Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground
                                                                                                 D7

                                       C                                        Em
                                          See here how everything lead up to this day
                                       Dm                         Am                         Em
                                          And it's just like any other day that's ever been
                                       Dm               G                         C          C/B   Am
                                          Sun comin' up and then, the sun it's goin' down
                                      F
                                          Shine through my window
                                                       C                               D7
                                          And my friends they come around
                                                      Dm7
                                          Come around~~~
                                                      F           A7 Thing
                                          Come around~~~

            The people might know, but the people don't care
            That a man can be just as poor as me

                           Take a look at poor Peter, he's layin' in pain
                           Now let's go run and see

                                          D7
                           Run and see, run and see
                           Run and see, run and see
                           Run and see, run and see
                           Run and see, run and see...
                                               *Solo*   D7 jam (repeat)
      


  Copyright 1970 Ice Nine Publishing, Inc.
  By Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia
  Workingman's Dead





   Chords:
          A7  D7  Em  Bm  A  G  F#m  C  Dm  C/B  F  Dm7
      e |-0---2---0---2---0--3---2---0--1----0---1---1--
      B |-2---1---0---3---2--0---2---1--3----1---1---1--
      G |-0---2---0---4---2--0---2---0--2----0---2---2--
      D |-2---0---2---4---2--0---4---2--0----0---3---0--
      A |-0---0---2---2---0--2---4---3--0----2---3---0--
      E |---------0----------3---2---------------1------

   A7 Thing:
      e |-0---00----0---00----0---0-----------------------
      B |-1s2-22----1s2-22----1s2-1s2---------------------
      G |-0---00----0---00----0---0--------2--------------
      D |-1s2-22----1s2-22----1s2-1s2--1s2---2-1-0--------
      A |-0---00----0---00----0---0----------------3s4-0--
      E |-------------------------------------------------
               ^         ^
    s = slide
    u = upstroke







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