Oh Babe, it Ain't No Lie   [Elizabeth Cotten] 

        One old woman, Lord, in this town, 
        Keeps a-tellin' her lies on me. 
        Wish to my soul that old woman would die; 
        Keeps a-tellin' her lies on me. 

        Oh, baby, it ain't no lie, 
        Oh, baby, it ain't no lie, 
        Oh, baby, it ain't no lie, 
        You know this life I'm livin's mighty high. 

        Been all around this whole round world; 
        Lord, I just got back today. 
        Work all the week, honey, and give it all to you; 
        Honey babe, what more can I do? 

        Oh, baby, it ain't no lie, 
        Oh, baby, it ain't no lie, 
        Oh, baby, it ain't no lie, 
        You know this life I'm livin's mighty high. 
 
 

 Oh Boy  [B.Holly] 

        All my love, all my kissin' you don't know what you been missing 
        Oh boy, when you're with me 
        Oh boy, all the world would see that you were meant for me 

        All my life I've been waitin', tonight there will be no hesitatin' 
        Oh boy, when you're with me 
        Oh boy, all the world would see that you were meant for me 

        Stars up here and the shadow is fallin' 
        You can hear my heart's been callin' 
        Little bit lonely every things right 
        I'm gonna see my baby tonight 

 Oakie From Muskogee  [M.Haggard] 

        We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; 
        We don't take our trips on LSD; 
        We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street; 
        We like livin' right, and bein' free. 

        We don't make a party out of lovin'; 
        We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo; 
        We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy, 
        Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. 

        I'm proud to be an Oakie from Muskogee, 
        A place where even squares can have a ball. 
        We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, 
        And white lightin's still the biggest thril of all. 

        Leather boots are still in style for mainly footwear; 
        Beads and roman sandals won't be seen. 
        Football's still the roughest thing on campus, 
        And the kids here still respect the college dean. 

        And I'm proud to be an Oakie from Muskogee, 
        A place where even squares can have a ball. 
        We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, 
        And white lightin's still the biggest thril of all. 

        We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, 
        In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA. 
 

 Ol Slew-Foot    [?] 

            (variation on Bear Tracks) 

        [Begins] 
        High on the mountain, what do you see? 
        Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me 
        You'd better get your rifles boys before it's too late 
        The bear's got a little pig and headed through the gate 

        [chorus] 
        Oh he's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump 
        Running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump 
        He's never been caught, he ain't never been treed 
        Some folks say he looks a lot like me 

        I saved up my money and I bought me some bees 
        They started making honey way up in the trees 
        I chopped down the tree but my honey's all gone 
        Ol' Slew Foot's done and made himself at home 

        [chorus] 

        Winter's coming and it's twenty below 
        The river's froze over so where can he go 
        We chase him up the gully and run him in the well 
        And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell 

        [chorus] 
 
 

 Old & In The Way  [D.Grisman] 
 

        [Chorus] 
        Old and in the way, that's what I heard them say. 
        They used to heed the words you said, but that was yesterday. 
        Gold will turn to grey, and youth will fade away. 
        They'll never care about you, call you old and in the way. 

        Once I hear tell he was happy, 
        He had his share of friends & good times. 
        Now those friends have all passed on, 
        He don't have a place called home. 
        Looking back to a better day, feeling old and in the way. 

        [Chorus] 
        [Jam on chorus chords] 

        When just a boy he left his home, 
        Thought he'd have the world on a string. 
        Now the years have come and gone, 
        Through the streets he walks alone. 
        "I'm the old dog on the stray", he's just old and in the way. 

        [Chorus] 
        [Jam on chorus chords] 
        [Chorus] 
       They'll never care about you, call you old and in the way. 
 

 One Kind Favor  [Blind Lemon Jefferson] 
 

        Just one kind favor I ask of you, one kind favor I ask of you. 
        One kind favor, I ask of you. To see that my grave is kept clean. 

        If you ever hear a church bell toll, 
        If you ever hear a church bell toll. 
        If you ever hear, a church bell toll. 
        You'll know by that I'm dead and gone. 

        [Jam] 

        Dig my grave with a silver spade. Dig my grave with a silver spade. 
        Dig my grave, with a silver spade. Mark the place where I would lay. 

        Just one kind favor I ask of you, one kind favor I ask of you. 
        One kind favor, I ask of you. See that my grave is kept clean. 
        See that my grave is kept clean. See my grave is kept clean. 
 

 One More Saturday Night  [Weir] 

        I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine, 
        I looked up into heaven; Lord I saw a mighty sign, 
        Writ in fire across the heaven, plain as black and white: 
        "Get prepared. There's gonna be a party tonight." 

        [Chorus] 
        Uh-huh, hey Saturday night.   Yeah, uh-huh, One more Saturday night. 
 
        Hey, Saturday night. 

        Everybody's dancin' down at the local armory, 
        With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery. 
        Temperature keeps risin'; everybody gittin' high. 
        Come the rockin' stroke of midnight, the whole place gonna fly. 

        [Chorus] 
        [Jam on verse and chorus chords] 

        I turn on Channel Six. The President comes on the news. 
        Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues." 
        His wife says, "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do, 
        Crank up that old Victrola. Put on your rockin' shoes." 

        [Chorus] 

        Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth, 
        Thought He'd have a big old party; thought He'd call it planet earth. 
        Don't worry about tomorrow. Lord, you'll know it when it comes, 
        When the rockin', rollin' music meets the risin', shinin' sun. 

        [Chorus] 
 
        Hey, another Saturday night (one more Saturday night) 
        Hey, another Saturday night (one more Saturday night) 
        Everybody gettin' high      (one more Saturday night) 
        Hey, another Saturday night (one more Saturday night) 
        One more Saturday, one more Saturday night. 
        Hey, another Saturday night (one more Saturday night) 
        Hey, another Saturday night 
        Aaah,   Hey, another Saturday night. 
        One more Saturday, one more Saturday night. 
        Hey, another Saturday night. Hey, another Saturday night 
        Hey, another Saturday night. 
        One more Saturday, one more Saturday night. 
 

 One Thing To Try  [Robert Hunter] 

        Break out your bottle, be in trouble by noon 
        Never get satisfaction cause ya boil too soon 
        Them downtown chippies know your weight to the ounce 
        But the harder you fall, Jack, the higher you bounce! 

        Stoke up your get, be ready to ride 
        Keep your head and your heart inside 
        Take it as far as you wanna go 
        Until we can't see the desert for the burning snow 

        But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go, 
        If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow 
        That it's one thing to try, another to fly, 
        You get there quicker just a step at a time, 
        It's one thing to bark and another to bite, 
        The show ain't over til you pack up at night. 

        Ah well, ninety-nine people all running around 
        Not one in a hundred got his feet on the ground, 
        In fact one in a thousand holding some in reserve 
        For when the real, true action comes around the curve. 

        Take care of your people, get some of them fed 
        Hide the ones in trouble out under your bed 
        Keep an eye to the future, an ear to the past 
        Cause after thinkin' it over, know there's nothing much lasts. 

        So if you're in a hurry, I really go to go 
        If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow 
        That it's one thing to try, another to fly, 
        You get there quicker just a step at a time, 
        It's one thing to bark and another to bite, 
        The show ain't over til you pack up at night. 

        Don't ever let it get the best of you 
        Plan what you can, let the rest shine through 
        Just so many angles you can possibly see 
        Got to figure on those let the other ones be 

        Don't be a collector of more than you need 
        Got a lot of things growing but keep watching your seeds 
        Got to sprout in December what you planted in May 
        If the harvest is empty, find some other good way 

        But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go, 
        If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow 
        That it's one thing to try, another to fly, 
        You get there quicker just a step at a time, 
        It's one thing to bark and another to bite, 
        The show ain't over til you pack up at night. 
 

 On The Road Again  [Traditional] 

        Why I married a bad girl, tell you the reason why 
        Bad girls will even do things on the sly 
        Look for your dinner to be good and hot 
        She never even put a stew bone in the pot 

        She's on the road again, sure as you're born 
        Natural born easy on the road again 
        She's on the road again, sure as you're born 

        Friend come by, say looking for his hat 
        Wants to know where your husband's at 
        I don't know, he's on his way to the pen 
        Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again 

        [Chorus] 
        [Jam] 

        Went to my house my front door was locked 
        Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked 
        Jumped right back, shook my head, 
        Big old rounder in my folding bed 
        Jumped into the window, broke the glass 
        Never seen that little rounder run so fast 

        [Chorus x2] 
 
 

 Operator  [McKernan] 

        Operator, can you help me? Help me if you please. 
        Give me the right area code and the number that I need. 
        My rider left upon the Midnight Flyer 
        Singin' like a summer breeze. 

        I think she's somewhere down south, down about Baton Rouge. 
        But I just can't remember no number, a number I can use. 
        Directory don't have it, Central done forgot it; 
        Got to find a number to use. 

        Trying to check out her number, trying to run down her line. 
        Op'rator said that's priv'ledged information 
        And it ain't no business of mine. 
        It's flooding down in Texas, the poles are out in Utah; 
        Gotta find a private line. 

        She could be hanging 'round a steel mill, 
        Working in a house of blue lights, 
        Riding a getaway bus out of Portland, talking to the night. 
        I don't know where she's going, I don't care where she's been, 
        Long as she's been doin' it right. 

        [Jam on verse chords] 
        Long as she's been doin' it right. 
 

 Other One  [Weir/Kreutzmann] 

        Spanish lady comes to me, she lays on me this rose. 
        It rainbow spirals round and round it trembles and explodes. 
        It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away. 
        But the heat came 'round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day. 

        Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, 
        comin', around, in a circle 
        Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, 
        Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle. 

        Skippin' through the lily fields I came across an empty space, 
        It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in it's place. 
        The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began, 
        There was cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land. 

        Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, 
        comin', around,  in a circle 
        Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, 
        Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle.