Black Peter Lyrics - Workingman's Dead - Grateful Dead

All of my friends come to see me last night 

I was laying in my bed and dying 

Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel 

Say "the weather down here so fine" 

Just then the wind 

Came squalling 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 

Fever roll up to a hundred and five 

Roll on up 

Gonna roll back down 

One more day 

I find myself alive 

Tomorrow 

Maybe go 

Beneath the ground 

See here how everything 

Lead up to this day 

And it's just like 

Any other day 

That's ever been 

Sun goin up 

And then the 

Sun it goin down 

Shine through my window and 

My friends they come around 

Come around 

Come around 

The people may know but 

People don't care 

That a man could be 

As poor as me 

Take a look at poor Peter 

He's lying in pain 

Now let's go run 

And see 

Run and see 

Run and see 

Run, run, and see 

Hey, hey, run and see