Could have been a spoonful of coffee 
        Could have been a spoonful of tea 
        Just a little spoon of your precious love is good enough for me 
        Man lies about that, man cries about that 
        Man dies about that, spoonful, spoonful, spoonful 

        Could have been a spoonful of water 
        Spread out on the desert sand 
        Just a little spoon fortifies, save you from another man 
        Man lies about that, man cries about that 
        Even dies about that, spoonful, spoonful, spoonful 

        Could have been a spoonful of diamonds 
        Could have been a spoonful of gold 
        Just a little spoon of your precious love to satisfy my soul 

        Everybody's talking about spoonful 
        Spoonful, spoonful, spoonful 
        Everybody's fighting about spoonful 
 
 

 Stagger Lee  [Garcia/Hunter/Traditional] 
 

        1940, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town 
        Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions 
        And he blew that poor boy down. 
        Do you know what he shot him for? 
        What do you make of that? 
        Cause Billy DeLions threw the lucky dice 
        Won Stagger Lee's Stetson hat. 

        Bayou, Bayou, tell me how can this be? 
        You arrest the girls for turning tricks 
        But you're scared of Stagger Lee. 
        Stagger Lee is a madman and he shot my Billy D. 
        Bayou go get him or give the job to me. 

        Delia DeLions, dear sweet Delia-D 
        How the hell can I arrest him? He's twice as big as me. 
        Well don't ask me to go downtown, I won't come back alive 
                                                                                        [no more]. 
        Not only is that mother big but he packs a .45 [four]. 
        Bayou, Delia said, just give me a gun 
        He shot my Billy dead now I'm gonna see him hung. 

        She went into the DeLion's club through Billy DeLions blood 
        Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar, 
        Said, "Buy me a gin fizz, love." 

        [Jam] 

        As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls 
        Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall 
        Bayou, Bayou, see you hang him high 
        He shot my Billy dead and now he's got to die. 

        Delia went a walking down on Singapore Street 
        A three-piece band on the corner played "Near My God to Thee" 
        But Delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be? 

        The song that woman sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". 

        The song that Delia sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". 
 
 

 Standing on the Moon  [Garcia/Hunter] 

        Standing on the moon, got no caprin' on my shoe. 
        Standing on the moon, I'm feeling so blue. 

        See the gulf of Mexico, as silent as a tear. 
        The coast of California, must be somewhere over here, 
        Over here. 

        Standing on the moon, I see the battle rage below. 
        Standing on the moon, I see the soldiers come and go. 

        There's a metal plate beside me, someone planted long ago. 
        Those colors standing stiffly, crimson, white, and indigo. 
        Oh, roaring, standing stiffly, crimson, white, and indigo, 
        Indigo. 

        Standing on the moon, I can see a silver door. 
        I hear the cries of children, and other songs of war. 

        It's like a mighty melody, which wings out from the sky. 
        Standing here upon the moon, I watch it all roll by, 
        All roll by, all roll by, all roll by. 

        Standing on the moon, I see a shadow on the sun. 
        Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one. 

        I can hear a cry of victory, another of defeat. 
        A staff on angel lullaby, down some forgotten street. 

        Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap, and vision true. 
        Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you. 

        Somewhere in San Francisco, on a back porch in July. 
        Just looking up to heaven, at this crescent in the sky, 
        In the sky. 

        Standing on the moon, with nothing left to do. 
        A lonely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you. 
        A lonely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you, 
        Be with you, be with you, be with you, be with you, 
        Rather be with you, be with you, be with you, be with you. 
 

 Stealin'  [Gus Cannon] 

        Well, put your arms around me like a circle in the sun 
        Stay with me baby like my easy rider done 

        If you don't think I love you look what a fool I've been 
        If you don't think I'm sinking look what a hole I'm in 

        I'm stealin' pretty mama don't you tell on me 
        I'm stealin' back my good old used-to-be 

        Well, the woman I love she's about my size 
        She's a married woman, comes to see me sometimes 
 

 Stella Blue  [Garcia/Hunter]    

        All the years combine, they melt into a dream, 
        A broken angel sings from a guitar. 
        In the end there's just a song, comes cryin' up the night 
        Through all the broken dreams and vanished years. 
        Stella Blue.  Stella Blue. 

        When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see, 
        There's just the pavement left and broken dreams. 
        In the end there's still that song comes cryin' like the wind. 
        Down every lonely street that's ever been 
        Stella blue. Stella blue. 

        I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel,   can't win for trying. 
        Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, 
        Gonna make them shine (shine). 

        It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, 
        There's nothing you can hold, for very long. 
        And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, 
        It seems like all this life was just a dream. 
        Stella Blue. Stella Blue. 
        Stella Blue. Stella Blue. 

 Stuck Inside of Mobile (With The Memphis Blues Again) [Dylan] 
 

        Ah the rag man draws circles up and down the block. 
        I'd ask him what the matter was and ah did he dum talk. 
        And the ladies treat me kindly and they furnished me with tea. 
        But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape. 
        Oh mama, can this really be the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        Well Shakespeare he's in the ally 
        With his pointed shoes and his bells 
        Speaking to some french girl who says she knows me well. 
        And I would send a message to find out if she'd talked. 
        But the post office has been stolen and the mailbox is locked. 
        Oh mama, can this really be the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        Mona tried to tell me to stay away from the train line. 
        She said that all the railroad men 
        Just drink up your blood like wine. 
        And I said oh I didn't know that, 
        But then again there's only one I've met. 
        And he just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette. 
        Oh mama, can this really be the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        Grandpa died last week and now he's buried in the rocks. 
        And everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked. 
        But me I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control. 
        When he build a fire on Main street and shot it full of holes. 
        Oh mama, can this really be the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        Now the senator came down here, showing everyone his gun. 
        Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son. 
        And me I nearly got busted. And wouldn't it be my luck. 
        To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath the truck. 
        Ah mama, is this really the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        Now the teen preacher looked so baffled 
        When I asked him why he'd dressed, 
        With twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest. 
        But he cursed me when I proved to him, 
        Then I whispered said that not even you can hide. 
        You see you're just like me I hope your satisfied. 
        Oh mama, can this really be the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        Now the rainman gave me two cures, then he said jump right in. 
        The one was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin. 
        And like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind, 
        And people just get uglier, and I have no sense of time. 
        Oh mama, can this really be the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        When Ruthie says come see her in her honky tonk lagoon. 
        Where I can watch her waltz for free neath a Panamanian moon. 
        And I say ah come on now, you know you know about my debutantes. 
        She says your debutante knows what you need, 
        But I knows what you want 

        Oh mama, can this really be the end. 
        To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 

        Now the bricks lay on Grand street. Where the neon madmen climb. 
        They all fall there so perfectly. It all seems so well timed. 
        And here I sit so patiently waiting to find out past. 
        You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice. 
        Ah mama, is this really the end. 
        To be stuck here inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. 
 

 Strugglin' Man    [Jimmy Cliff] 

        Every man has the right to live. 
        Love is all he has to give. 
        Together we struggle by the will to survive. 
        Together we fight just to stay alive. 

        CHORUS: 
        Strugglin' man has got to move. 
        Strugglin' man has got no time to lose. 
        I'm a strugglin' man and I got to move on. 

        The sun lights the day and the moon lights the night. 
        Strugglin' man keeps reachin' for the higher heights. 
        So we plan for tomorrow as we live for today. 
        Like the flowers we bloom and then later fade away. 

        CHORUS 

        The sun lights the day and the moon lights the night. 
        Strugglin' man keeps reachin' for the higher heights. 
        So we plan for tomorrow as we live for today. 
        Like the flowers we bloom and then later fade away. 

 
 Sugaree  [Garcia/Hunter] 

 
        When they come to take you down, when they bring that wagon 'round, 

        When they come to call on you and drag your poor body down. 

        Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me: 
        Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree. 
        Shake it, shake it, Sugaree; just don't tell them you know me. 
        Shake it, shake it, Sugaree; just don't tell them you know me. 

        You thought you was the cool fool, and never could do no wrong. 
        Had ev'rything sewed up tight; how come you lay awake all night long? 

        Well in spite of all you gained, 
        You still have to stand out in the pouring rain. 
        One last voice is calling you, and I guess it's time you go. 

        Well, shake it up now, Sugaree; I'll meet you at the jubilee, 
        And if that jubilee don't come, maybe I'll meet you on the run. 

        Shake it, shake it, Sugaree; just don't tell them that you know me. 
        Shake it, shake it, Sugaree; just don't tell them that you know me. 
 

 Sugar Magnolia  [Weir/Hunter] 

        Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don't care. 
        Saw my baby down by the river, 
        Knew she'd have to come up soon for air. 

        Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, 
        We can have high times if you'll abide. 
        We can discover the wonders of nature, 
        Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside. 

        She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need. 
        Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double, 
        Pays my ticket when I speed. 

        She comes skimmin' through rays of violet. 
        She can wade in a drop of dew.  She don't come and I don't follow, 
        Waits backstage while I sing to you. 

        Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm, 
        Jump like a Willys in four-wheel drive. 
        She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter; 
        She can make happy any man alive. 
        Sugar Magnolia,      ringing that bluebell, 
        Caught up in sunlight.      Come on out singing 
        I'll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me. 

        She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need, 
        A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, 
        Lazing in the sunshine yes indeed. 
        Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying, when the moon is half way down, 
        Sometimes when the night is dying, 
        I take me out and I wander around,            I wander 'round. 
        The sunshine daydream,  walking in the tall trees. 
        Going where the wind goes,     blooming like a red rose. 
        Breathing more freely.   Ride out singing, 
        I'll walk you in the morning sunshine 
        Sunshine, daydream.|| Sunshine, daydream. Walking in the sunshine.|| 
 

 Sunrise  [Donna Godchaux] 

        Gazing at the fire, burning by the water 
        Before he speaks the world around us quiets. 

        With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire 
        He clears the air and cuts it with a feather. 

        Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire 
        When he is gone I want to know him better. 

        No one is forsaken, no one is a liar, 
        He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water. 

        He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns, 
        We are singing and playing, I her him saying. 

        I remember breezes from winds inside your body 
        Keep me high, like I told you, 
        I'll sing to them this story and know why. 
 

 Supplication  [Weir/Barlow] 

        Well, dizzy ain't the word for the way that you're making me feel now 
        Well, I need some indication, girl, 
        If all of this is real now, tell me girl now 

        Well, I've heard it said there's something wrong in my head, now 
        Got to help me, girl, now 
        Could it be infatuation or am I just being misled now? 

        Little bolt of inspiration Way you strike me now 
        Sparking my imagination, got the lightning now 
        Cause me such excitation, got the lightning now 
        'Bout to end my suffocation, come on strike me now 
        Little bolt of inspiration 
        Way you strike me now, she's back in my imagination 
 

 Swing Low Sweet Chariot  [Traditional] 

        I looked over Jordan and what did I see, coming for to carry me home. 
        A band of angels is coming after me, coming for to carry me home. 

        [Chorus] 
        Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. 
        Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. 

        [Jam] 

        If you get to heaven before I do, coming for to carry me home. 
        Tell all my friends I'll be coming there too, 
        Coming for to carry me home. 

        [Chorus] 
        [Jam] 

        I'm sometimes up and I'm sometimes down, coming for to carry me home 
        But I'd steal my soul if it ever were down, 
        Coming for to carry me home.