Jack Straw Songtext
von Grateful Dead

We can share the women
We can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours
′Cause we done shared all of mine

Keep on rolling
Just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my own buddy
You're moving much too slow

I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in change
Ain′t that heaven sent?

Hurts my ears to listen
And burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me


We used to play for silver
Now we play for club
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain′t no winner in the game
Who don′t go home with all
Not with all

Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, the clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky

Catch the Detroit Lightning
Out of Santa Fe
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea

Gotta go to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Got to settle one old score
One small point of pride

Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
Will keep him from the sun
Ain′t no bed can give us rest, man
They keep us on the run


Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And layed his body down

I'm a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you′re moving much too slow

We can share the women
We can share the wine