From disney.src.umd.edu!mojo.eng.umd.edu!darwin.sura.net!mips!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!rutgers!dziuxsolim.rutgers.edu!gandalf.rutgers.edu!burnett Fri May 15 10:33:50 EDT 1992 Article: 61731 of rec.music.gdead: Path: disney.src.umd.edu!mojo.eng.umd.edu!darwin.sura.net!mips!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!rutgers!dziuxsolim.rutgers.edu!gandalf.rutgers.edu!burnett From: burnett@gandalf.rutgers.edu (Gary Burnett) Newsgroups: rec.music.gdead Subject: So Many Roads -- Corrected lyrics Message-ID: Date: 15 May 92 13:21:22 GMT Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J. Lines: 68 Armed with my trusty SBD of 2/24/92 (and a bit of unknown filler on another tape), I thought I'd update the transcription of So Many Roads originally posted by Steve and recently reposted by Rainbow. There are a few differences between the two performances, but I've followed 2/24/92 except when Jerry mumbles, in which case I've gone with what I hear on the other tape. SO MANY ROADS Thought I heard a bluebird sing up on a blackbird hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Going where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name No place to go, ain't that a shame. Thought I heard that lonesome whistle blowin' sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokamo Whinin' boy ain't got no place to go. So many roads I tell you, so many roads I know So many roads, so many roads. Mountain high, river wide, so many roads to ride So Many roads, so many roads. Thought I heard a jugband sing If you don't who else will Over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine And the rain refuse to fall You don't seem to hear me when I call. You(?) inside and the wind outside Tangled on a window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place else to go ain't that a shame. New York to San Francisco, so many roads I know All I want is one to take me home High road (??) to the low road, so many roads I know So many roads, so many roads. >From the land of the midnight sun Where the ice blue roses grow Along those roads of gold and silver stone Howlin'(?) wide or moanin' low So many roads I know So many roads to ease my soul So many roads to ease my soul [etc] That's as accurate as I can make it, though there are probably a couple of mistakes. And even with two different performances, some of the words are still nearly impossible to make out. --Gary B. -- Gary Burnett burnett@elbereth.rutgers.edu 130 Columbia Street gburnett@zodiac.rutgers.edu Highland Park, NJ 08904 jera@well.sf.ca.us "Things then did not delay in turning curious." --Thomas Pynchon .