The Music Never Stopped (Live at the Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD, February 26, 1977)

The Grateful Dead - Rock, In English
The Music Never Stopped (Live at the Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD, February 26, 1977)
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Lyrics
[Verse 1] There's mosquitoes on the river Fish are rising up like birds And it's been hot for seven weeks now Too hot to even speak now Did you hear what I just heard? It might have been a fiddle (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Or it could have been the wind (Ooh, ooh, ooh) But there seems to be a beat now (Ooh) I can feel it my feet now (Ooh, ooh) Listen, here it comes again [Bridge] There's a band out on the highway (Out on the highway) They're high-stepping into town (Well, they're dancing into town) It's a rainbow full of sound And it's fireworks, calliopes and clowns Everybody's dancing [Refrain] Come on children, come on children Come on and clap your hands [Verse 2] Well, the sun went down in honey And the moon came up in wine And stars were spinning dizzy Lord, the band kept us so busy We forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music plays the band Lord, they're setting us on fire Crazy rooster crowing midnight (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Balls of lightning roll along (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Old men sing about their dreams (Ooh) Women laugh and children scream (Ooh, ooh) And the band keeps playing on [Bridge] Keep on dancing through the daylight (Keep on dancing through the daylight) And greet the morning air with song (Greet the morning air with song) No one's noticed but the band's all packed and gone Were they ever here at all? (Were they ever here at all?) But they kept on dancing [Refrain] Come on children, come on children Come on, clap your hands [Outro] Well, the cool breeze came on Tuesday And the corn's a bumper crop And the fields are full of dancing Full of singing and romancing The music never stopped [Instrumental Outro]
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Credits
- Writers
- John Perry Barlow
- Bob Weir