Big Bad Blues

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Bob Weir

A new Bob Weir song played by Furthur.

Found this card by the side of the road
Jack O'Diamonds, battered and old
Run down, rained on, filthy and torn (note 1)
My own face card, sure as I'm born

This is no story, and it's never no lie
Sat down lookin' that Jack in the eye
Rest of the deck nowhere to be seen
Nary an Ace, nor a doggone Queen (note 2)

Big bad blues keep rollin' along
Never found the place where I belong
Never done right but it turned out wrong
So shut your face while I sing my song (note 3)

Say what you want, brother, say what you will
Jack O'Diamonds was there for the kill
One to the head, sister, one to the heart
Murder most foul, without mercy or art

Jack O'Diamonds got only one eye
Lost the other in a bedroom fight
Gone like smoke, never said goodbye
Just stole off in the dark of the night

Big bad blues keep rollin' along
Never found the place where I belong
Never done right but it turned out wrong
So shut your face while I sing my song

Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on (note 4)
Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on
Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on
Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on

Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on
Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on
Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on
Singing rat shack talking about one-eyed Jacks, come on
[etc]

Big bad blues keep rollin' along
Never found the place where I belong
Never done right but it turned out wrong
So shut your face while I sing my song

There was a time, brother, I'd have been glad
To find his fate turned out so bad
There was a time, sister, I'd have paid
To dance on his memory and spit on his grave

Jack O'Diamonds, I knew you well
A long time ago, truth to tell
Reckon we'll share the same fire in Hell
Just like that same cold Birmingham cell

Big bad blues keep rollin' along
Never found the place where I belong
Never done right but it turned out wrong
So shut your face while I sing my song

Big bad blues keep rollin' along
Never found the place where I belong
Never done right but it turned out wrong
So hold on tight while I sing my song

[etc]
Notes
(1) in an acoustic version previewed on Facebook, Bob Weir sang "Beat up, rained on"
(2) Bob Weir sings "Nary an Ace, a King or a Queen"
(3) Bob Weir sings "So hold on tight while I sing my song
(4) These lines are not in Robert Hunter's original lyrics

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