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Tom:
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Bm - A - E [Verse 1]
Bm A E A Bm A E I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.
Bm A E A Bm A E Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection.
A C#m D A I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.
C#m E Bm A E Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim. [Solo] (x2)
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Bm - A - E [Verse 2]
Bm A E A You may be Saturday's child, all grown,
Bm A E Moving with a pinch of grace.
Bm A E A You may be a clown in the burying ground,
Bm A E Or just another pretty face.
A C#m D A You may be the fate of Ophelia, sleeping and perchance to dream.
C#m E Bm A E Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme. [Solo] (x2)
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Bm - A - E [Verse 3]
Bm A E A Ain't nobody messing with you, but you,
Bm A E Your friends are getting most concerned.
Bm A E A Bm A E Loose with the truth, baby it's your fire, but baby don't get burned.
A C#m D A When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me.
C#m E Bm A E Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. [Solo] (x2)
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Bm - A - E [Bridge]
D G E There are things you can replace, and others you cannot.
D G The time has come to weigh those things.
E Bm A E This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. [Solo] (x2)
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Bm - A - E [Verse 4]
Bm A E A Bm A E I told Althea I'm a roving sign, and I was born to be a bachelor.
Bm A E A Bm A E Althea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.
A C#m Can't talk to you without talking to me,
D A We're guilty of the same old thing.
C#m E Been thinking a lot about less and less
Bm A E And forgetting the love we bring. [Outro] (x6)
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Composição: Jerry Garcia e Robert C Christie Hunter

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