Anybody out there Grateful Dead fans?I've been a Deadhead since 1973 and saw then three times in concert(at the Spectrum in Philadelphia PA.)And as they say"There's nothing like a Grateful Dead concert.Listening to Jerry Garcia play real trippy music and watching the Deadheads dance their strange dance as they whirl about in their tie died shirts and skirts is a real trip.Now wonder they called Jerry "Captain Trips".I have alot of their music on vinyl and on CD's.Among my many favorite songs is "Jack Straw"(from Witchita)so I thought I'd share the song and lyrics here.Many of us Deadheads are in their mid 60's,myself being almost 65 years old.Like old hippies we live on and on.It's a wonder all those "long strange trips"occurred as we followed the Dead heading city to city to see them perform.And like me,I'd be willing to bet you "tripped"on several occasions(hint,hint) "Jack Straw" We can share the women, we can share the wine. We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine. Keep on rollin', just a mile to go; Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow. I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence. Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see; Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me. We used to play for silver, now we play for life; And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife. And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall. There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all. Not with all. Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July, Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky. Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Sante Fe, The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea. Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride. Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride. There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run. Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down, And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light, One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow. We can share the women, we can share the wine. And the Dead live at Columbia U.