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....a Dead show and all through the place, All the
>heads were dosed-just trippin' to Space.
>Their joints were all rolled with precision and care,
>With the hopes that St. Stephen soon would be there.
>The freaks were nestled all stoned in their beds,
>While visions of Johanna danced in their heads.
>With me in my poncho and her in my hand,
>Just dying to hear, "Uncle John's Band."
>When out from the stage there arose such a clatter,
>I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
>O'way to the stadium I flew with my stash,
>I kicked down the gate-it fell with a crash.
>The light from the orb hanging so high,
>Blinded me like I was Born Cross Eyed.
>And what to my red, glossy eyes should appear,
>A shadowed figure, could it be Mr. Wier?
>No, too big to be Bob, too short to be Phil.
>Could it be Mickey, Vince, maybe Bill?
>He started to sing and the sound from his lips,
>Assured me at once that he was Captain Trips.
>His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
>I exclaimed in excitement, "Oh Wow! It's Jerry!"
>I couldn't believe it-Just Jerry and Me,
>"Play something," I said. "Play Sugaree."
>The Fat Man jammed-he was on a roll,
>With his sweet songs he rocked my soul.
>Jerry spoke once and his message was plain:
>"Gotta go now," he said. "It Looks Like Rain."
>But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight,
>"Good Lovin' to all, and I Bid You Good Night."

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