Tastebud

Well it was early in the morning

When my blues come falling down

I want to tell you, it was early in the morning now

When my blues come falling down1

Well you know, you know, it felt so, so bad

When my baby, yeah, she’s been around

Whoa it was but a while after midnight

When the rooster crowed for day

Whoa it was but a while after midnight

When that rooster began to crow for day2

Well I been mistreating my baby

That’s about a crime that I need to pay

Come back baby

Whoa, please don’t go

I said come back baby

Come on darling, please don’t go

Well you know the way I love you rider

More than you ever know

Yes Lord, please stop her

I won’t get drunk no more

Whoa Lord, please stop her now

I want to tell you that I won’t get drunk no more

Well you know she put me out in the morning

She drive this poor boy from her door

[The 1967 studio version differed substantively:]

Woke up way after midnight, people

Just a little while, a little while before day

I could find no satisfaction

Turned on my pillow to where my baby lay

I remembered I was in a strange old town then

My sweet little angel she’s so far away

Now I ain’t got no friends here

Ain’t got no, no good place to go

All my friends are back home

And I can’t, I can’t go there no more

You know I done just a little bit wrong

And I can’t go back no more

Take me back baby

I can’t help it if I need you so

Well I’ve been a bad man darling

But I won’t, I won’t get drunk no more

But if you did not did like you do

Baby I wouldn’t have had to go

I’m coming back baby, baby I’m coming home

I’m coming back baby, baby I’m coming home

The way I love you darling

You’ve got to, got to know

Words and music by Ron McKernan

1 blues come falling down

Compare the 1937 Robert Johnson song, “Hellhound on My Trail”:

Images

Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail

And the day keeps on remindin’ me, there’s a hellhound on my trail

2 Whoa it was but a while after midnight / When the rooster crowed for day

Compare line from “The Music Never Stopped”: “Crazy rooster crowin’ midnight.”

American weather folklore has a couple of sayings along these lines:

When the rooster crows at night,

He tells you that a rain’s in sight.

Cockcrow before two in the morning

Of two days wet it is a warning.

Notes:

Studio recording: June 1966 recording included on The Birth of the Dead in The Golden Road box set, 1967 studio version included as bonus track for remastered Grateful Dead, also included on The Golden Road.

First documented performance: May 19, 1966, at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco. One other performance exists on tape.