I was sitting in my 5th floor shoebox the other day... looking out at the alps and listening to the JGB. When after the show ends a filler song comes up... "So Many Roads"

Now I was at the Grateful Dead show when this song was first played, just as I was at the last show it was played at (which was the last Dead show ever 7/5/95 Soldiers Field Chicago) and this song, Or so I always thought, was one of the better, moodier tunes penned by Hunter/Garcia in their twilight years.

The version the Dead played that night in July of '95 made me cry, swear to god it did and I also swear that right then and there I felt like it was the end of the long strange trip, which it was.

So up in my shoebox with the sun blazing in and me drinking a cafe I was reminded how powerful some words can be and how they can bring you back, back in rhyme to the time and place, to the very moment and it's sights, smells, emotions and, well you get the gist.


"So Many Roads" - words by Robert Hunter music by Jerry Garcia



Reprinted with permissions copyright Ice Nine Publishing

Thought I heard a blackbird singin'
up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Born where the sun don't shine
and I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?

Thought I heard that KC whistle
moanin' sweet & low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin' boy -- got no place else to go

So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads --
so many roads --
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride
So many roads
So many roads

Thought I heard a jug band playin'
"If you don't -- who else will?"
from over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine,
the rain refuse to fall
and you don't seem to hear me when I call

Wind inside & the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go, ain't that a shame?

So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
All I want is one
to take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads - So many roads

From the land of the midnight sun
where ice blue roses grow
'long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moanin low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul


First performance: Sunday, February 22, 1992 at the Coliseum Arena, Oakland, California.

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