Does God look down on the boys in the barroom,
Mainly forsaken but surely not judged.
Jacks, kings, and aces, their faces in wine,
Do lord deliver our kind.
From singing for whiskey three strings on the fiddle,
Four on the guitar and a song that I love.
Many's the night we spent picking and singing,
In hopes it be pleasing both here and above.
Jack's string fiddle to my sawtooth bow,
Who loves lonlieness loves it alone.
I love the dim lights like some love the dew,
Only thing I wonder sometimes:
Does God look down on the boys in the barroom,
Mainly forsaken but surely not judged.
Jacks, kings, and aces, their faces in wine,
Do lord deliver our kind.


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    General CommentWhen I saw Robert Hunter close his set with this song, he put his guitar down and sang the whole thing accapella. It was amazing, a perfect Ode to Deadheads. It was like a prayer of intercession, asking God to bless the concert ("in hopes it be pleasing both here and above") and to forgive the audience for its sins ("Do lord deliver our kind"). A perfect closer to set the stage for a fantastic Dead show to follow.
    coolspifon December 14, 2004   Link

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