O come, all ye Grateful,
Deadheads to the concert.
O come, Grateful Deadheads,
And camp in the street.
Bring rolling papers,
Don't forget your sleeping bags.
O come get us some floor seats,
We've followed them for four weeks,
O come get us some floor seats,
To see the Lord.
O come, all ye hippies,
Throwbacks to the Sixties.
Paint flowers on your van,
And don't wash your feet.
Wear your bell-bottoms,
And your tie-dye t-shirts.
O come let us adore them,
We've quit our day jobs for them,
O come let us adore, them,
Garcia's the Lord
BOB RIVERS - O COME ALL YE GRATEFUL DEADHEADS O come, all ye Grateful, Deadheads to the concert. O come, Grateful Deadheads, And camp in the street. Bring rolling papers, Don't forget your sleeping bags. O come get us some floor seats, We've followed them for four weeks, O come get us some floor seats, To see the Lord. O come, all ye hippies, Throwbacks to the Sixties. Paint flowers on your van, And don't wash your feet. Wear your bell-bottoms, And your tie-dye t-shirts. O come let us adore them, We've quit our day jobs for them, O come let us adore, them, Garcia's the Lord Explain Request ×
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