Texty:
Grateful Dead Walking Blues

that babe, had them old walkin' blues Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues

," the baby they called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of

the blasphemy You are fucking dead to me You are dead to me This de los muerte, this day of the dead It turns for me celebration instead Skull and bones, walking

pantin', some electric chillin' cryin' But, ooh, mistook, misgiven Got me up and walking Baby, but I'm walking blue, walking blue Well some people say boy, the walking blues

of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year

the blasphemy You are fucking dead to me You are dead to me This de los muerte, this day of the dead It turns for me celebration instead Skull and Bones, walking

dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every

Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue I'