Doin' That Rag Lyrics - Fillmore East, 2/11/69 - Grateful Dead

Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing lightbeams 

Everything wanders from baby to Z 

Baby, baby, pretty, young on Tuesday 

Old like a rum drinking demon at tea 

Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter 

Why, why tell me, what's your why now? 

Tell me why will you never come home? 

Tell me what's your reason if you got a good one 

Everywhere I go 

The people all know 

Everyone's doin' that rag 

Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday 

Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea 

Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons 

Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three 

Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go, you know 

Stepping off sharply from the rank and file 

Awful cold and dark like a dungeon 

Maybe get a little bit darker 'fore the day 

Hipsters, tripsters, 

Real cool chicks, sir, 

Everyone's doin' that rag 

You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset 

No one is watching or standing in your shoes 

Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning 

Everything promised is delivered to you 

Don't neglect to pick up what your share is 

All the winter birds are winging home now 

Hey Love, go and look around you 

Nothing out there you haven't seen before now 

But you can wade in the water 

And never get wet 

If you keep on doin' that rag 

One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild 

The aces are crawling up and down your sleeve 

Come back here, Baby Louise, 

And tell me the name 

Of the game that you play 

Is it all fall down? 

Is it all go under? 

Is it all fall down, down, down 

Is it all go under? 

Everywhere I go 

The people all know 

Everybody's doin' that rag