Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bob Weir] Whatever happened to the end of the trail? The gold strike, the gold spike, the want of a nail And every brass rail my thirst ever rode And whatever happened to Rose? And whatever happened to that panhandle town? And where blew the ashes when the whole thing burned down? Is there some valley my soul can repose? And whatever happened to Rose? She wouldn't have let me, she wasn't the type To do wrong to a heart that had loved her so strong You have to know she wouldn't go No, not without telling me why Searched every churchyard and honky tonk place For a name on a stone or a face Or maybe just one last goodbye Sometimes along the trail side I'll find A poor unmarked grave and I lay down beside And tell Rose I love her, then tell her goodbye And lay down, sleep there 'til the morning And whatever happened to Rose? And whatever happened to Rose? And whatever happened to Rose?