Sleepy alligator in the noonday sun
Sleepin' by the river just like he usually done
Call for his whiskey
He can call for his tea
Call all he wanta but he
can't call me
Oh, no
I been there before
and I'm not comin' back around
there no more
Creepy alligator comin' all around the bend
Talkin' 'bout the times when we was mutual friends
I check my mem'ry
I check it quick, yes, I will
I check it runnin'
some old kind of trick
Oh, no, well, I
been there before
and I ain't a-comin' back around
there no more.
no, I'm not
Hung up waitin' for a windy day
(Lyrics by Grateful Dead)
Hung up waitin' for a windy day
Tear down the Fillmore
Gas the Avalon |
Ridin' down the river in an old canoe
(Lyrics by Ron McKernan)
a bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe
out of the river all ugly and green
the biggest old alligator that I've ever seen
teeth big and pointed and his eyes were buggin' out
contact the union, put the beggars to route
screamin' and yellin' and lickin' his chops
he never runs, he just stumbles and hops
just out of prison on six dollars' bail
mumblin' bitches and waggin' his tail
Alligator runnin' 'round my door
Alligator runnin' 'round my door
Alligator runnin' 'round my door
Alligator runnin' 'round my door
Alligator creepin' 'round the corner of my cabin door
He's comin' 'round to bother me some more
"This was the first of my lyrics recorded by the Dead.
I got paid two hundred fifty dollars from the record advance for Anthem
of the Sun with which I bought a used car and headed north to Seattle,
where I tried to make a living restringing beads from Goodwill for a friend's
boutique. I made about five dollars at this
occupation. The car broke down, which was okay, since
I couldn't afford gas for it, so I hitchhiked back the S.F. and decided
to hang in there with the Dead. Pigpen added lyrics of his own to 'Alligator'
and I've presented it here with his turns of phrase intact." -- Robert
Hunter
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