Saint of Circumstance  [Weir/Barlow] 

        This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line. 
        You must be the angel, I thought I might never find. 
        Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams. 
        Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around, 
        And the rain fallin' down,     but I never know. 
        Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends. 
        If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend. 
        When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall. 
        You can hear the silence call,   it's a certain sort of sound, 
        Like the rain fallin' down. 

        Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues. 
        Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through. 
        I never could read no road map, 
        And I don't know what the weather might do. 
        Hear that witch wind whine and see the dog star shine, 
        I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose. 

        I never know. I don't never know, know, know. 
        Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end. 
        Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'. 
        And I'm as good as gone again. 
        I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance. 
        Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance. 
        And the rain fallin' down, (rain fallin' down now). 

        Well, I never know now. Just don't know. Just don't know. 
        Listen, sure don't know what I going for, (just don't never know). 
        But I'm gonna go for it for sure. (maybe goin' on a dream). 
        Maybe goin' on a feelin', maybe goin' on a feelin' 
 

 Saint Stephen  [Garcia/Hunter/Lesh] 

        Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes. 
        Country garden in the wind and the rain, 
        Wherever he goes the people all complain. 

        Stephen prosper in his time, well he may and he may decline, 
        Did it matter; does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. 

        Wishing well with a golden bell; bucket hangin' clear to hell. 
        Hell halfway twixt now and then. 
        Stephen fill it up and lower down, and lower down again. 

        Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, 
        Writing, "What for?" across the morning sky. 
        Sunlight splatters, dawn with answers. 
        Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye. 
        Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, 
        What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. 
        Sev'ral seasons  with their treasons, 
        Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. 

        Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the by-and-by. 
        Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills; 
        One man gathers what another man spills. 

        Saint Stephen will remain; all he's lost he shall regain. 
        Seashore wa, 
        Been here so long he's got to callin' it home. 

        Fortune comes a crawlin'; calliope woman, 
        Spinnin' that curious sense of your own. 
        Can you answer? Yes, I can. 
        But what would be the answer to the answer man? 
 

 Samba In The Rain    [Vince Welnick and Robert Hunter] 

        Ten and ten is thirty 
        if you tell me it is so 
        Let's get down and dirty, baby 
        Let's get sweet and low 

        Any way you call the shot 
        That's how it's gonna be 
        You can serve it cold or hot 
        It's all okay by me 

        Tie me up with ribbon bow 
        Wrap me in cellophane 
        Send me out to steal the show 
        or Samba in the rain 

        Samba in the rain oh baby 
        Samba in the rain 
        Let's get down and dirty 
        Don't bother to explain 
        Don't care if they call a cop 
        and say we are insane 
        we'll keep goin' til we drop 
        Samba in the rain 

        How many hours in a day 
        They tell me twenty four 
        There could be a couple less 
        I know it aint no more 

        We can do the dirty bop 
        The Darktown Strutter's Ball 
        Just as long as we don't stop 
        We'll dance right up the wall 

        We can do the bump and grind 
        The Apache in Spain 
        We can do the never mind 
        or Samba in the rain 
 
 

 The Same Thing  [W.Dixon] 

        What makes a man go crazy when a woman wears her dress so tight 
        What makes a man go crazy when a woman wears that ol' dress so tight 
        Must be the same ol' thing that make a tom cat fight all night 

        Now, why do all the big men try to run a big-legged woman down 
        Now, why do all the big men try to run a big ol' woman down 
        Must be the same ol' thing that makes a bulldog a huggling 'round 

        It's that ol' same thing, now tell me who's to blame 
        The whole world is fighting about that ol' same thing 

        What make you feel so good when your baby's in her evening gown 
        When your baby get a little bit of an evening gown 
        Must be that same ol' thing that makes a preacher lay his bible down 

        It's that ol' same thing, it's that ol' same thing 
 

 Samson and Delilah  [Traditional] 
 

        If I had my way, I would tear this old building down. 

        Well Delilah was a woman, she was fine and fair, 
        She had good looks, God knows, and coal black hair. 
        Delilah she gained old Samson's mind. 
        When first he saw this woman, it could be the last time. 
        Delilah she sat down on Samson's knee, 
        Said, "Tell me where your strength lies if you please." 
        She spoke so kind, God knows, she talked so fair, 
        Samson said, "Delilah, you cut off my hair. 
        You can shave my head, clean as my hand 
        And my strength will become as natural as any old man. 

        If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way, 
        I would tear this old building down." 

        You read about Samson, all from his works, 
        He was the strongest man that ever had lived on earth. 
        One day when Samson was walking along, 
        Looked down on the ground, he saw an old jawbone. 

        He stretched out his arm, God knows, chains broke like thread, 
        When he got to moving, ten thousand was dead. 

        If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way, 
        I would tear this old building down. 

        [Jam on intro] 

        Now Samson and the lion, they got in a tack, 
        Samson he crawled up on the lion's back. 
        You read about this lion, he killed a man with his paws, 
        But Samson got his hands up around that lion's jaws. 

        And he ripped that beast, God knows he killed him dead. 
        And the bees made honey in the lion's head. 

        If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way, 
        I would tear this old building down. 
 

 Satisfaction  [Richards/Jagger] 

        I can't get no, satisfaction. I can't get no satisfaction. 
        Cause I try and I try and I try and I try. 
        I can't get no, I can't get no. 

        When I'm driving in my car and that man comes on the radio 
        And he's telling me more and more about some useless information 
        Supposed to fire my imagination 
        I can't get no, Oh, no, no, no.  Hey, hey, hey, that's what I say. 
        When I'm watching my TV and that man comes on 
        To tell me how white my shirts (?) 
        Well he can't be a man 
        'Cause he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me 

        When I'm riding 'round the world 
        And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that 
        And I'm trying to make some girl 
        Who tells me, baby maybe come back later next week 
        Cause you see I'm on a losing streak 

 Save the Whales  [?] 

        When my grandpa was a boy, he went down to the general store. 
        Saw a picture book of whales, 
        Shootin' his spout and flashin' his tail. 
        Then he go, a sailor's dream, cruisin' around on the salty sea. 
        Joinin' up with a fisher crew go out and get him a whale or two. 
        Tell me what kind of men are these that sail upon the salty seas. 
        Lovin' and drinkin' in the afternoon, 
        Swabbin' the deck and sharpnin' harpoons. 

        Hooray, up she rises. Hooray, up she rises.  Hooray, up she rises. 
        So early in the morning. 

        Lots of whales in the deep blue sea, we kill them for the companies. 
        Drag 'em alongside and chop 'em in two, 
        Melt them down and sail it to you. 
        There hardly is a sailor alive, who can keep a tear from his eye. 
        Cause he remembers the good old days 
        When there were no whales to save. 
        Thank the Russians and the Japanese for scouring the deep, blue sea. 
        Lookin' for ivory and perfume, all the light you'll ever need. 

        Hooray, up she rises.  Hooray, up she rises.  Hooray, up she rises. 
        So early in the morning. 

        Shanghi got a lot on the move, 
        Put out from Boston in the middle of June. 
        Thirty-six months out at sea is nothing but death and misery. 
        Set off on a three year cruise, Union ship and a Union crew. 
        And after six months he began to see, whalin' not what it used to be. 
        A modern ship and a modern crew, occalascopes and explodin' harpoons 
        A mechanical boat made of steel, 
        A floatin' machine just to kill all the whales. 

        Hooray, up she rises.  Hooray, up she rises.  Hooray, up she rises. 
        So early in the mornin'. 

        When my grandpa was a boy, he went down  to the general store. 
        Saw a picture book of whales, 
        Shootin' his spout and flashin' his tail. 
        Then he got a sailor's dream, cruisin' around on the salty sea. 
        Joinin' up with a fisher crew go out and get him a whale or two. 
        Tell me what kind of men are these that sail upon the salty seas. 
        Lovin' and drinkin' in the afternoon, 
        Swabbin' the deck and sharpnin' harpoons. 

        Hooray, up she rises.  Hooray, up she rises.  Hooray, up she rises. 
        So early in the morning. 
 

 Sawmill  [?] 

        Once I was a slave at the sawmill 
        Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy 
        Let me have a dollar bill 
        My work was so hard at the sawmill 
        Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy 
        Let me have a dollar bill 

        See my teardrops falling down my  wife left this sawmill town 
        She said sawmill's life had been a sin 
        The gravy were much too thin 
        I can't work no more at the sawmill 
        Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy 
        Let me have a dollar bill 

        If you take your wife to the sawmill 
        How you gonna please her, how you gonna please her 
        When she wants a dollar bill 
        She'll run away and leave you at the sawmill 
        Women like a dollar, women like a dollar. Yes and women always will. 
        See my teardrops falling down my wife left this sawmill town 
        She said sawmill's life had been a  sin 
        The gravy were much too thin.  I can't work no more at the sawmill 
        Yes and women like a dollar, yes and women like a dollar 
        Yes and women always will 
 

 Scarlet Begonias  [Garcia/Hunter] 
 

        As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square, 
        Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air. 
        From the other direction, she was calling my eye; 
        It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. 

        She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes, 
        And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. 
        She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls; 
        I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. 

        In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough, 
        She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. 
        As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, 
        I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before. 

        Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong; 
        Seldom turns out the way it does in the song. 
        Once in a while you get shown the light 
        In the strangest of places, if you look at it right. 

        Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, 
        Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. 
        And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eye; 
        I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by. 

        [Jam on verse chords] 

        The wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"; 
        The sky was yellow and the sun was blue. 
        Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand; 
        Everybody is playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. 
 

 Searchin'  [J.Leiber/M.Stoller] 

        Well, I've been searchin', I've been searchin' 
        I've been searchin' every week and day 
        Well, I've been searchin', I've been searchin' 
        I've been searchin' every which way 
        Like the North West Mountain you know I'll bring her in someday 

        Well, if I have to climb a mountain, you know I will 
        And if I have to swim a river, you know I will 

        No matter where she goes, Oh Lord, you know I will 
        And if I have to climb a mountain, you know I will 
        And if I have to swim a river, you know I will 
        I know she's hiding up there 
        If you marry him don't you know I'll find her, child I will 

        Well Sherlock Holmes, Sam Spade gonna put that child on me 
        No matter where she's hiding 
        She gonna tell me you're coming 
        I'm gonna walk right down that street just like bulldog jumping 
        Cause I've been searchin', I've been searchin' 
        I've been searchin' every which way 
        Like the North West Mountain you know I'll bring her in someday 
 

 I Second That Emotion  [S.Robinson/A.Cleveland] 

        Maybe you'd like to give me kisses sweet 
        Only for one night with no repeat. 
        Maybe you'd go away and never call. 
        And the taste of wine is worse than none at all (oh little girl) 

        [Chorus] 
        In that case I don't want no part. That would only break my heart. 
        Well, if you feel like loving me and if you got the notion. 
        I second that emotion. 
        Well, if you feel like giving me a lifetime of devotion. 
        I second that emotion. 

        Maybe you think that love will tie you down. 
        You ain't got the time to hang around. 
        Maybe you think that love will make a fool. 
        And so it makes you wise to break the rules. 

        [Chorus] 

        Maybe you'd like to give me kisses sweet 
        Only for one night with no repeat. 
        Maybe you'd go away and never call. 
        And the taste of honey is worse than none at all (oh little girl) 

        [Chorus] 

        Maybe you think that love will tie you down. 
        You ain't got the time to hang around. 
        Maybe you think that love will make a fool. 
        And so it makes you wise to break the rules. 

        [Chorus] 
        Well, if you feel like giving me a lifetime of devotion. 
        I second that emotion.