Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
In "Box Of Rain", Hunter says "I think this lyric from early 1970 manages to retain its own personality despite having undergone a dramatic cannibalization of its phrases into more than half a dozen other lyrics, including "That Train'" "Bertha," "Crooked Judge'" "Loser," "Kick It On Down," "Truckin'," and "Ramble On Rose."
I have added footnotes to show where the 'cannibalization' occured.
Ashes, ashes all fall down (note 1)Notes
Judy run naked all round the town
I know something you don't know (note 2)
But I'm gonna tell you now
Goodbye baby, the train don't leave from here (note 3)
Hello, Mama, the grass ain't greener (note 4)
On the far, far side of a Tampa evening
No place to rest your head, you'd better go
Rain gonna fall, wind gonna blow (note 5)
Didn't we do it, didn't we, though? (note 6)
Babe, if you won't stoke my flame
Don't come jerk me round again
We did that walk in single file
More or less in the best of style (note 7)
Ashes, babe, we all fell down
But didn't we know we would?
Dancing barefoot in the street
But not for want of sock or shoe
It rained all night and it rained all day (note 8)
But there's not a drop on you
Rained all night and it rained all day (note 9)
Rain come floated your house away
I know you know I know, too
It don't matter to me or you
Rain gonna fall, wind gonna blow
Didn't we do it, didn't we, though?
All you gotta do, play fair and tough
You get what you want if you want it enough