| Song | Doin' That Rag |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Live at Fillmore East 2-11-69 |
| 作词 : Garcia, Hunter | |
| Da da da da da da da da da da da | |
| Sittin in Mangrove valley chasing light beams | |
| Everything wanders from baby to Z | |
| Baby Baby pretty it up on Tuesday Old like a rum-drinking demon at tea. | |
| Baby Baby tell me what's the matter, what, what tell me what's your why how? | |
| Tell me why will you never come home | |
| Tell me what's your reason, if you've got a good one. | |
| Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. | |
| Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. | |
| Take my line, go fishin' for a Tuesday, | |
| Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea. | |
| Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons, | |
| Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three. | |
| The rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go y'know. | |
| Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file. | |
| Awful cold and dark like a dungeon | |
| Maybe get a little bit darker before the day. | |
| Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone's doin' that rag. | |
| You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset. | |
| No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes. | |
| Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning, | |
| Everything promised is delivered to you. | |
| Don't neglect to pick up what your share is, | |
| All the winter birds are winging home now. | |
| Hey love go, and look around you, | |
| Nothing out there you haven't seen before now. | |
| Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, | |
| If you keep on doin' that rag. | |
| Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, | |
| If you keep on doin' that rag. | |
| One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild | |
| And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve. | |
| Come back here pretty baby Louise | |
| And tell me the name of the game that you play. | |
| Is it all fall down? | |
| Is it all go under? |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter | |
| Da da da da da da da da da da da | |
| Sittin in Mangrove valley chasing light beams | |
| Everything wanders from baby to Z | |
| Baby Baby pretty it up on Tuesday Old like a rumdrinking demon at tea. | |
| Baby Baby tell me what' s the matter, what, what tell me what' s your why how? | |
| Tell me why will you never come home | |
| Tell me what' s your reason, if you' ve got a good one. | |
| Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone' s doin' that rag. | |
| Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone' s doin' that rag. | |
| Take my line, go fishin' for a Tuesday, | |
| Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea. | |
| Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons, | |
| Couldn' t find any better ones in the morning at three. | |
| The rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go y' know. | |
| Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file. | |
| Awful cold and dark like a dungeon | |
| Maybe get a little bit darker before the day. | |
| Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone' s doin' that rag. | |
| You needn' t gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset. | |
| No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes. | |
| Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning, | |
| Everything promised is delivered to you. | |
| Don' t neglect to pick up what your share is, | |
| All the winter birds are winging home now. | |
| Hey love go, and look around you, | |
| Nothing out there you haven' t seen before now. | |
| Wading in the water and you' ll never get wet, | |
| If you keep on doin' that rag. | |
| Wading in the water and you' ll never get wet, | |
| If you keep on doin' that rag. | |
| One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild | |
| And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve. | |
| Come back here pretty baby Louise | |
| And tell me the name of the game that you play. | |
| Is it all fall down? | |
| Is it all go under? |