The Grateful Dead was an American rock band formed in 1965 in Palo Alto, California. The band is known for its eclectic style, which fused elements of rock, folk, country, jazz, bluegrass, blues, gospel, and psychedelic rock; for live performances of lengthy instrumental jams; and for its devoted fan base, known as "Deadheads." "Their music," writes Lenny Kaye, "touches on ground that most other groups don't even know exists." These various influences
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Touch of Grey Grateful Dead
Intro - BF#BF#C#G#C#G# (X2)
BF#BEAE Must be getting early, clocks are running late, F#BE First light of the morning sky, looks so phony. BF#BEAE Dawn is breaking everywhere, not a candle, cursed the glare, F#BE Draw the curtains, I don't care, 'cause it's alright.
Chorus
F#BE I will get by, F#BE I will get by, F#BAEF# I will bet by, EAEBF#BF# I will survive.
I see you got your fist out, say your piece and get out, Yes I get the gist of it, but it's alright. Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say, Every silver lining's got a touch of grey.
Chorus
C#mF#C#mF# It's a lesson to me, the eagles and the beggars and the seas D#mA#C#mF# The ABC's, we all must face, try to keep a little grace. C#mF#C#mF# It's a lesson to me, the delta's and the east and the freaks, D#mA#C#mF#m The ABC's, we all think of, try to create a little love
No more rabbit's in out ears, the dog has not been fed in years, It's even worse than it appears, but, it's alright. Coward's given kerosene, he can't read at seventeen, The words he knows are all obscene, but, it's alright.
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The shoe is on the hand it fits, there's really nothing much to it, Whistle through your teeth and spit, 'cause, it's alright. Oh well a touch of grey, kind of suits you anyway, That's all I have to say, but, it's alright.