| Song | Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodleloo |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Dick's Picks, Vol. 19 [live] |
| 作词 : Garcia, Hunter | |
| On the day that | |
| I was born | |
| Daddy sat down and cried | |
| I had the mark just as plain as daywhich could not be denied | |
| They say that | |
| Cain caught | |
| Abelrolling loaded dice,ace of spades behind his earand him not thinking twice | |
| Half-stepMississippi | |
| Uptown Toodleloo | |
| Hello baby, | |
| I'm gone, goodbye | |
| Half a cup of rock and rye | |
| Farewell to you old southern sky | |
| I'm on my way - on my way | |
| If all you got to live foris what you left behindget yourself a powder chargeand seal that silver mine | |
| I lost my boots in transit babepile of smoking leather | |
| Nailed a retread to my feetand prayed for better weather | |
| Half-stepMississippi | |
| Uptown Toodleloo | |
| Hello baby, | |
| I'm gone, goodbye | |
| Half a cup of rock and rye | |
| Farewell to you old southern sky | |
| I'm on my way - on my way | |
| They say that when your ship comes inthe first man takes the sails | |
| The second takes the afterdeck | |
| The third the planks and rails | |
| What's the point in callin shots? | |
| This cue ain't straight in line | |
| Cueball's made of styrofoamand no one's got the time | |
| Half-stepMississippi | |
| Uptown Toodleloo | |
| Hello baby, | |
| I'm gone, goodbye | |
| Half a cup of rock and rye | |
| Farewell to you old southern sky | |
| I'm on my way - on my way | |
| Across the | |
| Rio Grand-eo | |
| Across the lazy river | |
| Across the | |
| Rio Grand-eo | |
| Across the lazy river |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter | |
| On the day that | |
| I was born | |
| Daddy sat down and cried | |
| I had the mark just as plain as daywhich could not be denied | |
| They say that | |
| Cain caught | |
| Abelrolling loaded dice, ace of spades behind his earand him not thinking twice | |
| HalfstepMississippi | |
| Uptown Toodleloo | |
| Hello baby, | |
| I' m gone, goodbye | |
| Half a cup of rock and rye | |
| Farewell to you old southern sky | |
| I' m on my way on my way | |
| If all you got to live foris what you left behindget yourself a powder chargeand seal that silver mine | |
| I lost my boots in transit babepile of smoking leather | |
| Nailed a retread to my feetand prayed for better weather | |
| HalfstepMississippi | |
| Uptown Toodleloo | |
| Hello baby, | |
| I' m gone, goodbye | |
| Half a cup of rock and rye | |
| Farewell to you old southern sky | |
| I' m on my way on my way | |
| They say that when your ship comes inthe first man takes the sails | |
| The second takes the afterdeck | |
| The third the planks and rails | |
| What' s the point in callin shots? | |
| This cue ain' t straight in line | |
| Cueball' s made of styrofoamand no one' s got the time | |
| HalfstepMississippi | |
| Uptown Toodleloo | |
| Hello baby, | |
| I' m gone, goodbye | |
| Half a cup of rock and rye | |
| Farewell to you old southern sky | |
| I' m on my way on my way | |
| Across the | |
| Rio Grandeo | |
| Across the lazy river | |
| Across the | |
| Rio Grandeo | |
| Across the lazy river |