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 Wake Up Little Susie  [Felice & Boudleaux Bryant] 

        Wake up little Susie, wake up.  Wake up little Susie, wake up. 
        The movie wasn't so hot, it didn't have much of a plot 
        We fell asleep, out goose is cooked, our reputation is shot 
        Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie 

        What are you gonna tell your mama, what you gonna tell your pa 
        What are you gonna tell your friend when they say ooo la la 
        Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie 

        Well I told your mama that you'd be back by ten 
        Now Susie, baby looks like we goofed again 
        Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie, we gotta go home 

        Wake up little Susie, wake up.  Wake up little Susie, wake up. 
        We both fell sound asleep, wake up little Susie and weep 
        Yeah, the movie's over 
        It's four o'clock and we're in trouble deep 
        Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie 
 

 Walking Blues  [Willie Dixon] 

        Woke up this morning,   felt around for my shoes 
        That's when I knew I had them old    walking blues 
        I woke up this morning,   felt around, felt around for my shoes 
        That's when I knew I had them old,   mean old walking blues 

        Feels most like blowing my own lonesome home. 
        Woke up this morning, what I had was gone, I wanna leave. 
        Leave my own lonesome home. 
        Woke up this morning, what I had was gone. 

        [Jam] 

        Even in the morning if I have to, rob the blind. 
        I've been mistreated and I don't mind dying, I wanna leave. 
        Even if I have to rob the blind. 
        I've been mistreated and I don't mind dying. 

        Some people tell ya that walking, blues ain't bad. 
        'Cause it's the worst old feeling I most ever had, 
        Don't let them tell you, walking blues ain't so bad. 
        Worst old feeling I most ever had. 

        [Jam] 

        She got a Belgium movement from her head down to her toes. 
        Breaking on a dollar 'most anywhere she goes, 
        She's got a Belgium movement, from her head down to her toes. 
        Breaking on a dollar 'most anywhere she goes. 

        Woke up this morning, felt around for my shoes 
        That's when I knew I had them old walking blues 
        I woke up this morning, felt around, felt around for my shoes 
        That's when I knew I had them old, mean old walking blues 
        G->A 
        Walking Blues, walking blues, walking blues, walking blues 
        D->E                                 C->D                      G->A 
        That's when I knew I had them old,   mean old walking blues. 
 

 Walking the Dog  [Rufus Thomas] 

        Baby's back all dressed in black.  Silver buttons all down her back 
        High ho tip the toes, she broke the needle now she can't sew 

        Walking the dog, I'm just a walking the dog 
        If you don't know how to do it, I'll show you how to walk that dog 

        Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow 
        With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row 

        I asked my mother for fifteen cents, I see her ever I jump the fence 
        I jumped the sky I touched the sky, 
        Never come down 'till the fourth of July 
 

 Walk in the Sun  [?] 

        Oh I know there is no place you can go to 
        And I know you don't know anyone at all 
        So come walking in the sun with me my little one 
        And remember that the only time is now 

        Oh how strange is the story your eyes tell me 
        And quiet all the new words that you say 
        So come and hold my hand for you see I'd understand 
        And remember the only time is now 

        Oh I come to you ragged up stranger 
        And you come to me an angel of the nite 
        So all dancing, we will sing, for it doesn't mean a thing 
        And remember that the only time is now 

        So forget about your yesterdays of sorrow 
        And forget about the darkness you have seen 
        For there's only you and me at the edge of an endless sea 
        And remember that the only time is now 
 

 Walk in the Sunshine  [Weir/Barlow] 

        Look out cause here comes some free advice. 

        Walk in the sunshine, watch for the bright sun, 
        Be all those things you're able to be. 

        You got to listen to the heavens, you got to try to understand, 
        The grateness of their movement is just as small as it is grand. 

        Try not to hurry, it's just not your worry. 
        Leave it to those all caught up in time. 

        You got to deep-six your wristwatch, you got to try and understand, 
        The time it seems to capture is just the movement of its hands. 

        I ain't preachin', 'cause I don't know 
        How to make fast things move along slow 
        I can't stop it, can't make it go. 

        Just 'cause I say it, that don't mean that it's so, no, no, 
        Watch what you hear now, make sure it's clear now, 
        Just 'cause it's said that don't mean that it's true.  So all we say: 

        You got to make a revolution, you got to help me with my cause. 
        You got to burn down all the buildings, 
        You got to throw out all the laws. 

        I ain't burning, Lord, I'm still only learning 
        How to become a man of my own. 

        I ain't crazy, nor am I lazy, 
        Just want to find out what's right and what's wrong. 

        I ain't crazy, all the world keeps on turning, 
        I'm still trying to find out what's right and what's wrong. 

        I ain't crazy! 
 

 Wang Dang Doodle  [Willie Dixon] 
 

        Tell Automatic Slim 
        Tell Razor Totin' Jim 
        Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie 
        Tell Fast Talkin' Fanny 
        Tonite we're gonna pitch a ball 
        Down to that union hall 
        Gonna romp and tromp 'till midnite 
        We're gonna fuss and fight 'till daylight 
        We gonna pitch you a wang dang doodle all night long 
        All night long, all night long, all night long, all night long. 
        We gonna pitch you a wang dang doodle all night long 

        Tell Fats and Washboard Sam 
        That everybody's gonna jam 
        Just shake it Boxcar Joe 
        We got sawdust on the floor 
        Tell Chicken Head Till I Die 
        We're gonna have a, have a time 
        When the fish head fills the air 
        There'll be snuff juice everywhere 
        We gonna pitch you a wang dang doodle all night long 
        All night long, all night long, all night long, all night long. 
        We gonna pitch you a wang dang doodle all night long 

        Tell Poodle I'll tell him here 
        Tell Albert I'll see him near 
        Tell old Pistol Pete 
        Everybody gonna meet 
        Tonite we need no rest 
        We're really gonna throw a mess 
        We're gonna break out all the windows 
        Gonna kick down all the doors 
        We gonna pitch you a wang dang doodle all night long 
        All night long, all night long, all night long, all night long. 
        We gonna pitch you a wang dang doodle all night long 
        All night long, all night long, all night long, all night long 
        All night long, all night long, all night long, all night long 
        We gonna pitch you a wang dang doodle all night long. 
 

 Wave That Flag  [Garcia/Hunter] 

        Wave that flag, pop the bag, skin the goat, learn to cope 
        Bell the rat, trap the cat, ball the jack, chew the fat 
        Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, save your dimes 
        Pick up time, light the fuse, making time, pass the juice 

        Eat at days, hide in caves, pull the tooth, stretch the truth 
        Feed the poor, starve the war, pick up chicks, catch the fix 
        Get your kicks, pick up sticks, trim your wick, take your pick 
        Try your tricks, impress the chicks 

        Wash the fence, dig the den, live the vain, die in shame 
        Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues 

        Wave the flag, pop the bag, bell the cat, trap the rat 
        Ball the jack, chew the fat, shoot the breeze, lose the keys 
        Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, read the rhyme 
        Shhot the breeze, lose your keys, don't be late, what I say 

        Walk on waves, read the raves, eat at day, hide in caves 
        Stretch the truth, pull the tooth, feed the poor, starve the war 
        Cash the fix, get your kicks, trim your wick, take your pick 
        Try your tricks, impress the chicks 

        Wash the fence, dig the den, live the shame,die in vain 
        Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues 
 

 Wave to the Wind   [Robert Hunter, Phil Lesh] 
 
        Gonna wave to the people 
        looking on the side of 
        the road as I'm rolling by 
        Wave goodbye to trouble 
        that's always on my mind 
        Gonna jumpstart my life 
        or go down trying 
        Gonna wave to the mem'ries 
        I carry in my heart and the 
        new ones I'll find along my way; 
        to the new millenium 
        reeling 'round the bend like 
        a dove or a dark-wing bird of prey 
 
        Gonna wave, gonna wave 
        Gonna wave to the wind 
        Gonna wave my way 
        my way on through the wind 
        Gonna wave, Gonna wave 
        Gonna wave to the wind 
        Gonna wave my way to the 
        edge of the world and jump in 
 
        Gonna snap like a banner 
        sailing sheets to the breeze over 
        oceans of sky to the moon 
        I could hold out forever 
        keeping it together 
        or wish upon a star and call the tune 
        Lift my voice like the young man 
        broken in the war who 
        cries out to know the reason why 
        Gonna rise up and reel out 
        the love song in my soul to the 
        high wide and handsome morning sky 
 
        Gonna wave, gonna wave 
        Gonna wave to the wind 
        Gonna wave my way 
        my way on through the wind 
        Gonna wave, Gonna wave 
        Gonna wave while the wind 
        plays the stars, the sky, the 
        moon and the night like a hymn 
 
        Gonna ride with the thunder 
        let the sky crack asunder 
        as lightning cries out the rain 
        Gonna wade across rivers 
        gathered in the streams from the 
        mountains that rise above the plain 
        Wave away my confusion 
        that drives this delusion 
        so long I forgot that I could fly 
        Soar aloft like a songbird 
        dancing in the wind, 
        singing long, singing loud, singing high 
 
        Gonna speak to the breeze, 
        add my voice to the wind 
        singing: say, can you see me 
        by the dawn's early light screaming in? 
 
 
 
 Way To Go Home  [Vince Welnick, Robert Hunter, Brad Bralove] 
 

         Who do you think you are? 
         what do you mean when you put us all down 
         walking round in circles 
         your nose to the ground 
         you think you're saying something 
         because you're making a sound 
         you say you've seen it all 
         you don't care to see no more 
         but you don't get up and go 
         until they throw you out the door 

         it's a long long long long way to go home 
         it's a long long long long way to go home 
         any which way you are tempted to roam 
         it's a long long long long long long way 
         way to go home 

         who do remind me of 
         what do you do when you do your own time 
         did you run away from the scene of your crime 
         i feel as though i know you 
         could you spare me a dime 
         its a lot less than a prison 
         but it's more than a jail 
         i'd tell you all about it 
         but that's another tale 

         it's a long long long long way to go home 
         it's a long long long long way to go home 
         any which way you are tempted to roam 
         it's a long long long long long long long long way 
         way to go home 

         (bridge) 
         you say you've seen it all 
         you don't care to see no more 
         the hungry and the hopeless 
         the crippled and the poor 
         you say you've seen enough 
         to last you all your days 
         but like the moon in heaven 
         your just going through a phase 

         who do you want to be? 
         what do you need 
         to set your body free 
         i don't mean to pry 
         This aint the third degree 
         but looking at you baby 
         you remind myself of me 
         if there's anyway to tell you 
         anyway to persuade 
         I'd really love to spare you 
         The mistakes I've made 

         it's a long long long long way to go home 
         it's a long long long long way to go home 
         any which way you are tempted to roam 
         it's a long long long long long long long long way 
         way to go home 
 

 The Way You Do the Things You Do   [?] 

        You got a smile so bright, 
        You know you could've been a candle. 
        I'm holdin' you so tight, 
        You know you could've been a handle. 
        The way you swept me off my feet, 
        You know you could've been a broom. 
        The way you smell so sweet, 
        You know you could've been some perfume. 

        Well, you could've been anything that you wanted to; 
        And I can tell 
        The way you do the things you do. 

        As pretty as you are, 
        You know you could've been a flower. 
        If good looks was a minute, 
        You know that you could be an hour. 
        The way you stole my heart, 
        You know you could've been a cool crook. 
        And, baby, you're so smart, 
        You know you could've been a school book. 

        Well, you could've been anything that you wanted to; 
        And I can tell 
        The way you do the things you do. 

        - break & key change - 

        You made my life so rich, 
        You know you could've been some money. 
        Baby, youre so sweet, 
        You know you could've been some honey. 

        Well, you could've been anything that you wanted to; 
        And I can tell 
        The way you do the things you do. 
        The way you do the things you do. 
        The way you do the things you do. 
 

 
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