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Dave’s Picks, Volume 42: Winterland, San Francisco, CA · 2/23/74
Disc 1
01. Around and Around
02. Dire Wolf
03. Me and Bobby McGee
04. Sugaree
05. Mexicali Blues
06. Here Comes Sunshine
07. Beat It On Down the Line
08. Ship of Fools
09. Jack Straw
10. Deal
11. Promised Land >
12. Bertha >
13. Greatest Story Ever Told
Disc 2
01. Row Jimmy
02. Weather Report Suite >
03. Stella Blue
04. Big River
05. Ramble On Rose
06. Me and My Uncle
07. Johnny B. Goode
08. And We Bid You Goodnight
Disc 3
01. He’s Gone >
02. Truckin’ >
03. Drums
04. The Other One >
05. Eyes of the World >
06. One More Saturday Night
07. Casey Jones
Disc 4
01. U.S. Blues
02. Brown‐Eyed Women
03. It Must Have Been the Roses
04. Black‐Throated Wind
05. Loose Lucy
06. Playing In The Band
07. Ship of Fools
08. China Cat Sunflower
09. I Know You Rider
10. Uncle John’s Band
Annie laid her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea
Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company
If I tell another what your own lips told to me
Let me lay 'neath the roses, let my eyes no longer see

I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

One pane of glass in the window
No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door
Faded as the crimson from the ribbons that she wore
And it's strange how no one comes 'round any more

I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there