Midnight perdition
Bad news, the wolfman’s at the door
I hold my position
I know I can’t fall off the floor
Even so—I guess I best lay low
Even so—yeah but I don’t know, I don’t know
But, no, no, no no, oh no no
Begging your pardon
But I don’t think that I can stay
This particular garden
Ain’t never seen the light of day
Even so—talkin’ and touch and go
Even so—hey but I don’t know, I don’t know
Even so
No, no, oh no no, oh no no, oh no no, oh no no
Wish you were naked
Wish you were wholesome and sincere
Wish I could fake it
Wish I were anywhere but here
Even so—you make yes look like no
Even so—you’ve been so nice to know, been so
nice to know
But no, but no, oh no, no no, no, no
Bring back the wolfman1
He tell me I’m his long lost son
I say “suit yourself man”
Looks like this night has just begun
Even so
Even so—he ain’t no kitty cat no, no
Even so—been one hell of a, hell of a show
Talkin’ midnight rodeo
Well you been so nice to know
Nice to know
Nice to know
But no, no, oh no, oh no, no, no
Words by Gerritt Graham
Music by Bob Weir & Ratdog
See note under “Ramble On Rose.”
Studio recording: Evening Moods (September 2000), Ratdog.
First performance by The Dead: June 24, 2003, at PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, New Jersey.