Jerry Garcia
Black Peter
[Verse]
All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed, crying
She said, "The tragedy of your life
Is that you don't enjoy living"
Just then the wind
Came calling at my door
I was swept into shadow
Don't know how to extricate me
From the only world that I know
Fever rolls up to one hundred and five
Rolls on up then roll back down again
One more day
I might find myself
Grateful to be alive
See here how everything
Leads up to this day
It's just like any other day that's ever been
Sun coming up and then
Sun's going down
Shine through my window
And my friends, they come around

[Bridge]
Come around
Come around
[Outro]
People, they know but
And people, they care
I don't know how to live
Take a look at poor Peter
He's lying in pain
Let's try to set her free
Her free, her free