First Train We Can Ride

Gotta go to Tulsa,

first train we can ride.

Gotta settle

one old score,

one small point

of pride.

There ain't a place

a man can hide,

Shadow, that will

keep him

from the sun.

There ain't a bed

can give us rest now.

You keep us

on the run.

--Garcia/Hunter

(from "Jack Straw")