By Jim Page Whid-Isle Music
Arranged by David Gans
Well, my car’s gassed up and I’m ready to roll
I’ve got one eye open for the highway patrol
The other eye’s open for that freeway sign
Three hundred miles and I’m makin’ good time
My stomach’s growling but my head’s been fed
I’m going’ down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead
Tape deck’s crankin’ out a rattlin’ sound
In a sympathetic rhythm to the wheel-go-round
Sport utes eatin’ me up alive
This thing don’t do more than 55
But I can sleep in the back, it’s a roadside bed
I’m goin’ down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead
Everybody needs a little break sometimes
Life gets too precise
Put a little slack in that old straight line
And take some weird advice
Pullin’ into town I’m all eyes and ears
Look at all these friends I ain’t seen all year
Tripped-out hippies, rag and bone
Young dot-com tie dye cellular phone
Delia DeLyon and Tennessee Jed
Are goin’ down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead
Goin’ through the parkin’ lot I might get lost
Best place in the world to get your wires crossed
Reality shatters when you leap and shout
Some people go in and they never come out
I ain’t been the same since my sanity fled
I’m goin’ down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead
Everybody needs a little break sometimes
Life gets too precise
Put a little slack in that old straight line
And take some weird advice
Well, the car’s gassed up and I’m ready to roll
I’ve got one eye open for the highway patrol
The other eye’s open for that freeway sign
Six hundred miles and I’m makin’ good time
My stomach’s growlin’ but my head’s been fed
I’m goin’ down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead
My stomach’s growling but my head’s been fed
I’m goin’ on to the Greek to see the Grateful Dead
Out to Deer Creek to see the Grateful Dead
MSG to see the Grateful Dead
Fillmore East to see the Grateful Dead
Fillmore West to see the Grateful Dead…
Acid Test to see the Grateful Dead