Grateful Dead - Brokedown palace

^GFare you well, my ^Amhoney, ^Bbfare you we^Fll my only true on^Ce. ^GAll the birds that were ^Dmsinging are ^Bbflown, except you a^Clone. ^F

^FGoing to leave this b^Bbrokedown palace, On my ^Fhands and my ^Dmknees, I will ^Bbroll, roll, r^Foll. ^FMake myself a ^Ambed in the ^Bbwaters^Fide, In my time, In my ^Gtime, I will ^Bbroll, roll r^Foll.

^FIn a bed, ^Ain a bed, By the ^Bbwaterside I will l^Fay my h^Gead. ^FListen to the river si^Gng sweet songs, to r^Bbock my s^Foul.

^FRiver going to take me, ^Bbsing me sweet and sleepy, ^FSing me sweet and ^Dmsleepy all the ^Bbway back ^Fhome. ^GIt's a far gone lu^Amllaby, sung m^Bbany years ^Fago. Mama, mama many ^Gworlds I've come since ^BbI first left h^Fome.

^FGoin' home, ^Agoin' home, By the ^Bbwaterside I will r^Fest my b^Gones, ^FListen to the river ^Gsing sweet songs, to ^Bbrock my s^Foul.

^FGoing to plant a ^Bbweeping willow, ^FOn the bank's green ^Dmedge it will g^Bbrow, grow, gr^Fow. ^FSing a lulla^Amby be^Bbside the wa^Fter, Lovers come and ^Ggo, the river ^Bbroll, roll, r^Foll.

^FFare you well, ^Afare you well, I ^Bblove you more than w^Fords can t^Gell, ^FListen to the river ^Gsing sweet songs, to ^Bbrock my s^Foul.