Grateful Dead - Black peter

^A7All of my friends come to^D7 see me last night ^A7I was layin' in my bed and ^D7dyin' ^EmAnnie Bon-nea^Bmu from ^ASt. ^GAn-^F#mgel, Say th^Eme weather down here so ^D7fine. ^A7

^A7Just then the wind came s^D7quallin' through the door, ^A7But who can the weather com^D7mand? ^EmJust want to ^Bmhave a ^Alittle peace ^Gto ^F#mdie, And a^Em friend or two I love at ^D7hand. ^A7

^A7Fever roll up to a^D7 hundred and five, ^A7Roll on up, gonna roll back^D7 down ^EmOne more ^Bmday I ^Afind ^Gmyself ^F#malive, Tom^Emorrow maybe go beneath the ^D7ground. ^D7

^CSee here how everything ^D/Emlead up to this day, ^DmAnd it's just like ^Amany other day ^Emthat's ever been. ^DSun comin' ^Gup and then ^Cthe sun ^Emgoin' ^Amdown. ^FShine through my window and my ^Cfriends they come ^Daround, Come ^Dmaround, come ^Faround. ^A7

^A7The people might know, but the ^D7people don't care, ^A7That a man can be as poor as ^D7me. ^EmTake a look at poor ^BmPeter, he's ^Aly-^Ging in^F#m pain, ^EmNow let's go run and^D7 see.

^D7Run and see (D7) Run and see (D7) Run, run and see (D7) Yeah, run and see