Black Peter
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia
Published By: Ice Nine Publishing Co., Inc.

All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
Say the weather down here so fine

Just then the wind came squalling through the dark
But who can the weather command
Just want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand

Fever roll up to a hundred and five
Roll on up, gonna roll back down
One more day I find myself alive
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground

See here how everything
Lead up to this day
And it's just like any other day
That's ever been
Sun going up and then
The sun going down
Shine through my window
And my friends they come around
Come around, come around

The people might know, but the people don't care
That a man can be as poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain
Now let's come run and see
Run and see
Run and see
Run, run and see, and see