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Grateful Dead - 30 Days of Dead: Nov 2015 - Black Throated Wind
30 Days of Dead: Nov 2015
01. Sunrise
02. Crazy Fingers
03. Comes a Time
04. Estimated Prophet
05. Dupree’s Diamond Blues
06. Feel Like a Stranger
07. Dark Star
08. China Cat Sunflower / I Know You Rider
09. The Music Never Stopped
10. He’s Gone / Jam
11. Uncle John’s Band / U.S. Blues
12. Foolish Heart
13. Lost Sailor / Saint of Circumstance
14. My Brother Esau
15. New Potato Caboose
16. The Other One / Jam / I Know You Rider
17. St. Stephen
18. Blow Away
19. Ship of Fools
20. Hell in a Bucket
21. Far From Me
22. You Don’t Have to Ask
23. China Doll
24. Black Throated Wind
25. Operator
26. Althea
27. They Love Each Other
28. Box of Rain
29. Lazy River Road
30. Uncle John’s Band
Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars

But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light
Ohh, I'm drowning in you

I left St. Louis, City of Blues
In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
I tried to pretend it came to an end
'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met

But I can't deny, oh, times have gone by
I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet

Black-throated wind, whisper in sin
Is speaking of life that passes like dew
Forced me to see you've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you

Now what's to be found, racing around
You carry your pain wherever you go
Oh, full of the blues trying to lose
You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know

I give you my eyes, all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
That capture a glance, oh, and make a dance
Of looking at you, looking at me

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light
Goin' around, that's what I'm gonna do

Goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
Turnin' around, that's what I'm gonna do
Goin' back home that's what I'm, I'm gonna do
You've done better by me than I've done by you

Ohh, I'm drowning in you
Ohh, I'm drowning in you
I'm goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
Well, I'm goin' drowning in you