Blue Mountain - Bob Weir

Blue mountain, your deep

Blue mountain, your sides are steep

Blue mountain, with a horse head on your side

You’ve stolen my love to keep

You’ve stolen my love to keep

Well, I was born in a maid’s room in Texas

All the and come around

My days there were trouble, and restless

All the bad news I looked for I’ve found

Well, my welcome won’t down in Texas

For reasons you probably know

So I roped, and I broke, and rambled to

Where the sage in the canyon grew

Now I

I drank at the Blue Goose Saloon

And I dance all night with the Mormon girls

Ride home, my way lit by the moon

And oh, here is a snake in the rainbow

And here is he balsam in boughs

And here are the ladders of light up to heaven

A blue mountain is all I need now

Oh, what kind of was the evening?

To scatter her diamonds behind?

We’re all given the first and the last love

The blue mountain will be both of mine