Deadhead With A Memory I used to have a memory Until the Grateful Dead came along. Was it music or religion That I heard in every song? For thirty years all was peaceful, The party lasted for that long. I won't forget Garcia Even though my memory's gone. My mind is playing seek and hide. Everything still looks tie-dyed. I think my brain is really fried, But boy, it sure was fun. My mind is always playing tricks on me. It was probably all the L.S.D. Is there a Deadhead with a Memory? Well, try and find me one, Good luck, there are none. Each night and every city There was a different show. I always felt quite at home With thousands of people I didn't know. It was the world's largest drug store With everything from pot to blow. Deadheads are lost without the music, We have no place to go. My mind is playing seek and hide. Everything still looks tie-dyed. I think my brain is really fried, But boy, it sure was fun. My mind is always playing tricks on me. It was probably all the L.S.D. Is there a Deadhead with a Memory? Well, try and find me one, Good luck, there are none. Jerry and Elvis are now together, They're both flying U.F.O.'s. The mind and the band are both long gone, But that's how the story goes. My brain is really southern fried From the snorting and doing bones. I really think that mama was right, I should have listened to George Jones. My mind is playing seek and hide. Everything still looks tie-dyed. I think my brain is really fried, But boy, it sure was fun. My mind is always playing tricks on me. It was probably all the L.S.D. Is there a Deadhead with a Memory? Well, try and find me one, Good luck, there are none. B.G. Wetherby Enchanted Mountain Poems