Paroles:
Jerry Garcia Been All Around This World

of me -- God knows, I've been all around this world. You all can sing this song, boys, when I am dead and gone, You all can sing this song, boys,

Traduction: Jerry Garcia. Vous connaissez tous autour de ce monde.

You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer You think you got troubles, my friend listen here Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own

Take me, to your darkest room Close every window and bolt every door The very moment that I heard your voice I'd be in darkness no more Take me, to

Come all you young fellows so young and so fine And seek not your fortune way down in the mine It will form like a habit and seep in your soul Till the

said "It's just my foolish pride But sometimes a man must be alone And this is no place to hide" Well, Judas, he just winked and said "All right, I'

Chickens crowin' on Sourwood Mountain Hey-ho diddle-um day So many pretty girls I can't count em Hey-ho diddle-um day My true love's a blue eyed daisy