Pain In My Heart   [?] 

        Pain in my heart, treating me cold 
        Where can my baby be, Lord no-one knows 
        Pain in my heart, won't let me sleep 
        I wake up at night in misery, yes I do 
        And when my days begin to get rough 
        Why don't you come back, come back, came back baby 
        I've had enough 

        Of this little old 
        Pain in my heart, won't let me be 
        Oh I wake up at night in misery 
        Pain in my heart, treating me cold 
        Where can my baby be, Lord no-one knows, no they don't 
        And when my days begin to get rough 
        Won't you love me, love me, love me baby 
        Cause I've had enough 
 

 Palm Sunday  [Garcia/Hunter] 

        The river so white the mountain so red 
        And with the sunshine over my head 
        The honky-tonks are closed and hushed 
        It must be Palm Sunday again 
 

 Panama Red  [P.Rowan] 

        [Chorus] 

        Panama Red, Panama Red, he'll steal your woman, 
        Then he'll rob your head. Panama Red, Panama Red. 
        On his white horse, Mescalito, he come breezin' through town. 
        I'll bet your woman's up in bed with, Panama Red. 

        The judge don't know when Red's in town, 
        He keeps will hidden underground. 
        But everybody's acting lazy, falling out and hangin' 'round. 
        But my woman said, "Hey Pedro, you're acting crazy like a clown." 
        And if you don't feel like working, Panama Red is back in town. 

        [Chorus] 
        [Jam on verse and chorus chords] 

        Everybody's looking out for him, 'cause they know Red's satisfied. 
        Little girls love to listen, to him sing and tell sweet lies. 
        My mama thinks me too confusing, "Honey, you're better off in bed." 
        My mama's searching all the joints in town for Panama Red. 

        [Chorus] 
 

 Passenger  [Lesh/P.Monk] 

        Firefly, can you see me? 
        Shine on, glowing, brief and brightly 
        Could you imagine?  One summer day, 
        That same night be on your way 

        Do you remember?  Hearts were too cold 
        Seasons have frozen us into our souls 
        People were sayin' the whole world is burning 
        Ashes have scattered too hard to turn 

        Upside out or inside down 
        False alarm, the only game in town 
        No man's land, the only game in town 
        Terrible, the only game in town 

        Passenger, don't you hear me? 
        Destination seen unclearly. 
        What is a man deep down inside, 
        What a raging beast with nothing to hide. 

        Upside out or inside down 
        False alarm, the only game in town 
        No man's land, the only game in town 
        Terrible, the only game in town 
 

 Peggy-O  [Garcia/Hunter] 

        As we rode out to Fennario, as we rode out to Fennario, 
        Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove, 
        And he called her by name, pretty, Peggy-O. 

        Will you marry me pretty, Peggy-O? 
        Will you marry me pretty Peggy-O? 
        If you will marry me, I'll set your cities free, 
        And free all the ladies in the, are_-O. 

        I would marry you, sweet, William-O. 
        I would marry you sweet William-O. 
        I would marry you but your guineas are too few, 
        And I fear my mama would be, angry-O. 

        What would your mama think pretty, Peggy-O? 
        What would your mama think pretty Peggy-O? 
        What would your mama think if she heard my guineas clink? 
        Saw me marching at the head of my, soldiers-O. 

        [Jam] 

        If ever I return pretty, Peggy-O. 
        If ever I return pretty Peggy-O. 
        If ever I return your cities I will burn, 
        And destroy all the ladies in the, are_-O. 

        Come steppin' down the stairs pretty, Peggy-O. 
        Come steppin' down the stairs pretty Peggy-O. 
        Come steppin' down the stairs combin' back your yellow hair. 
        Bid a last farewell to your, William-O. 

        Sweet William he is dead pretty, Peggy-O. 
        Sweet William he is dead pretty Peggy-O. 
        Sweet William he is dead and he died for a maid. 
        And he's buried in the Louisiana, country-O. 

        As we rode out to Fennario, as we rode out to Fennario, 
        Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove, 
        And he called her by name, pretty, Peggy-O. 
 

 Picasso Moon  [Weir/Barlow] 

        South of Market in the land of ruin 
        You'll find all manner of action, 
        Tinsel tigers in the Metal Room, 
        Stalking satisfaction. 
        They got 'em packaged up for love and money 
        Tattooed tots and chrome spike bunnies 
        I found my mirrored shades ready to see 
        And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey 

        I get a feeling like when big things collide 
        Crack a fub of thunder like I'm really on high 
        Here comes middle ages, she looks ready to ride 
        What's that she's trying to show me? 
        What's that she's trying to show me? 

        Picasso moon, shattered light 
        Diamond bullets ripping up the night 
        Picasso moon, liberate me. 
        Ah, life's infinite diversity. 
        Great amazing majesty. 
        And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oooh wee 
        Bigger than a drive-in movie, oooh wee. 

        Hangin' ten out on space and time, 
        Redefining distance. 
        The next skull on your necklace is mine, 
        Cheap for such assistance. 
        I had a job trading bits for pieces. 
        We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases. 
        Please find my resignation enclosed. 
        Roll in it, come on let's roll in it, honey. 

        Dark Angel, what's botherin' you? 
        Some stranger do me all that you do. 
        Dark Angel, you making it blue. 
        I guess it doesn't matter. 
        I guess it doesn't matter. 

        Picasso moon, widening ball. 
        I feel a quake and ding I hear the call 
        Picasso moon, river sky 
        Amazing, blazing, mystify. 
        It's, rude a wind, I wanna fly 
        And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my. 
        Bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my. 

        Strikes the morning, the atomic dawn, 
        Scramble back to cover. 
        Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on, 
        My little leather-winged lover. 
        I see your face printed on my money. 
        Your blazing ways really move me, honey. 
        Harder days, yeah yeah. 
        Why'm I laughing? This ain't funny? 

        Dark angel, now just don't start. 
        You break my spirit, you break my heart. 
        You must have a license for practicing that art 
        That don't presume to magic 
        No I, don't presume to magic 

        Picasso moon, fractal flame 
        Blazing lace filling every frame 
        Picasso moon, wheels within wheels 
        The bells are ringin', it's quite unreal 
        Trying to tell y'all about just how I feel 
        And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real. 
        Bigger than a drive-in movie, for real. 

        Picasso moon, shattered light 
        Diamond bullets ripping up the night 
        Picasso moon, liberate me. 
        Picasso moon, widening ball 
        I feel the quake and ding I hear the call 
        Picasso moon, fill the sky 
        Picasso moon, fractal flame 
        Blazing lace filling every frame 
        Picasso moon, wheels within wheels 
        Picasso moon, shining bright 
        The universe is working fine tonight 
        Picasso moon, illuminate me 
 

 Pig in a Pen   [Traditional] 

        CHORUS: 
        I got a pig home in a pen, 
        Corn to feed him on; 
        All I need is a pretty little girl 
        To feed him when I'm gone. 

        Dark clouds a-risin', 
        Sure sign of rain. 
        Get your old grey bonnet on, 
        Sweet little Liza Jane. 
        CHORUS 
        Bake 'em biscuits, baby, 
        Bake 'em good and brown. 
        When you get them biscuits baked, 
        We're Alabama bound. 
        CHORUS 
        Goin' up on a mountain 
        To sow a little cane; 
        Raise a barrel of sorghum, 
        Sweet little Liza Jane. 

 Playing In The Band  [Weir/Barlow] 

        Some folks trust to reason, others trust to might. 
        I don't trust to nothin', but I know it come out right. 
        Say it once again now. Whoa, I hope you'll understand. 
        When it's done and over, Lord, a man is just a man. 

        Playing, playing in the band.  Daybreak, daybreak on the land. 

        Some folks look for answers, others look for fights. 
        Some folks up in treetops just looking for their kites. 
        I can tell your future. Whoa, just look what's in your hand. 
        But I can't stop for nothin'. I'm just playing in the band. 

        Playing, playing in the band.  Daybreak, daybreak on the land. 

        Standin' on a tower, world at my command. 
        You just keep a-turnin' while I'm playing in the band. 
        And if a man among you got no sin upon his hand, 
        Let him cast a stone at me for playing in the band. 

        Playing, playing in the band.  Daybreak, daybreak on the land. 

        Playing, playing in the band.  Daybreak, daybreak on the land. 
        Playing, playing in the band.  Daybreak, daybreak on the land. 
        Playing, like the wave upon the sand. 
        Daybreak, while I'm playing in the band. 
 

 Positively 4th Street  [Dylan] 

        You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend 
        When I was down you just stood there grinning 
        You got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend 
        You just want to be on the side that's winning 

        You say I let you down you know it's not like that 
        If you're so hurt why then don't you show it 
        You say you lost your faith but that's not where it's at 
        You had no faith to lose and you know it 

        I know the reason that you talk behind my back 
        I used to be among the crowd you're in with 
        Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact 
        With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with 

        You see me on the street you always act surprised 
        You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" but you don't mean it 
        When you know as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed 
        Why don't you just come out once and scream it 

        No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace 
        If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them 
        And now I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place 
        Don't you understand it's not my problem 

        I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes 
        And just for that one moment I could be you 
        Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes 
        You'd know what a drag it is to see you 
 

 Pride of Cucamonga  [Lesh/Peterson] 

        Out on the edge of an empty highway, 
        Howling at the blood on the moon, 
        Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way, 
        Can't hit that border too soon. 
        Running hard out of Muskrat Flats, it was sixty days or double life, 
        Hail on my back like a shotgun blast, high wind chimes in the night. 

        Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, oh, oh bitter olives in the sun, 
        Oh, oh I had me some lovin', and I done some time. 

        Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned 
        By standing in the road alone, standing watching the fires burn. 
        The northern sky it stinks with greed, 
        You can smell it for miles around, 
        Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel, sitting doing that git on down. 

        Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, of, of silver apples in the sun, 
        Oh, oh I had me some lovin', and I done some time. 

        I see your silver shining town, but I know I can't go there -- 
        Your streets run deep with poisoned wine, 
        Your doorways crawl with fear. 
        So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at, 
        Where the weed grows green and fine 
        And wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine. 

        Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga, 
        I can see golden forests in the sun. 
 

 Promised Land  [C.Berry] 

        Left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind. 
        Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, 
        And on across Caroline. 

        Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, 
        And we never was a minute late. 
        We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, 
        Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state. 

        Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way 'cross Alabam, 
        The 'hound broke down & left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham. 
 
        [Jam] 

        Straight off bought me a through train ticket, 
        Right across Mississippi clean 
        And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham 
        Smoking into New Orleans. 

        Somebody help me get out of Louisiana 
        Just help me get to Houston town. 
        People are there who care a little 'bout me 
        And they won't let the poor boy down. 

        Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit, 
        Put luggage in my hands, 
        And I woke up high over Albequerque 
        On a jet to the promised land. 

        [Jam] 

        Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte, 
        Flying over to the Golden State; 
        When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes 
        We'd be headin' in the terminal gate. 

        Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy 
        Taxi to the terminal zone; 
        Cut your engines, cool your wings, 
        And let me make it to the telephone. 

        Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, 
        Tidewater four-ten-o-nine 
        Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' 
        And the poor boy's on the line. 

        [Jam] 
 

 Promontory Rider  [R.Hunter] 

        Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger. 
        Promontory Rider, whats makes you ride so high? 
        Put a loving star back in an empty sky. 
        Once the wind was warm and sweet, the ladies in lace. 
        Up there on the prominence the tears just freeze your face. 
        From a statutory picture, passport out of hell. 
        Left here by a stranger, seem to wish as well. 
        Sighed, Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger. 

        Asked me, "Can you thread a needle?  Can you shoot the moon?" 
        Walk the silver screen, be a judgement at high noon? 
        Like any Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger, step up. 

        Ride on, ride on, ride 
        Ride upon the high ground, ride upon the low. 
        Promontory Rider what makes you ride so slow? 
        Pick me out with harden wings and fill my head with crowds. 
        I been crawlin' in this scene, but now I'm rollin' down. 

        Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger. 
        Promontory Rider used to ride so high. 
        I don't know these days just seem to ride on by. 
        Once the wind was warm and sweet, but this must be your place. 
        Cause you don't change this chilly range, for any other place. 
        Say, Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger. 

        Ride on, ride on, ride. 
        Promontory Rider, whats makes you ride so high? 
        Put a loving star back in an empty sky. 
        Movin' on the high ground, movin' on the low. 
        But Promontory Rider that was many years ago. 
        Pick me out with harden wings and fill my head with crowds. 
        I been crawlin' in this scene, but not I'm rollin' down. 
        Promontory Rider, Territory Ranger. 

        Movin' on the high ground, movin' on the low ground. 
        Promontory Rider step so high 
        I know I oculd be right and I maybe wrong. 
        But I'll think I'll miss you when your gone. 
        ABC WXYZ can ask for cover, just don't see me