Grateful Dead - Brokedown palace

^GFare you well, my ^Amhoney, ^Ffare you w^Cell my only true o^Gne. ^GAll the birds that were ^Amsinging are ^Fflown, except you ^Galone.

^CGoing to leave this ^Fbrokedown palace, On my ^Chands and my ^Amknees, I will ^Froll, roll, ^Croll. ^CMake myself a ^Ambed in the ^Fwater^Cside, In my time, In my ^Gtime, I will ^Froll, roll ^Croll.

^CIn a bed, ^Ein a bed, By the ^Fwaterside I will ^Clay my ^Ghead. ^CListen to the river ^Gsing sweet songs, to ^Frock my ^Csoul.

^CRiver going to take me, ^Fsing me sweet and sleepy, ^CSing me sweet and ^Amsleepy all the ^Fway back ^Chome. ^CIt's a far gone ^Amlullaby, sung ^Fmany years a^Cgo. Mama, mama many ^Gworlds I've come since ^FI first left ^Chome.

^CGoin' home, ^Egoin' home, By the ^Fwaterside I will ^Crest my ^Gbones, ^CListen to the river ^Gsing sweet songs, to ^Frock my ^Csoul.

^CGoing to plant a ^Fweeping willow, ^COn the bank's green ^Amedge it will ^Fgrow, grow, ^Cgrow. ^CSing a lulla^Amby ^Fbeside the ^Cwater, Lovers come and ^Ggo, the river ^Froll, roll, ^Croll.

^CFare you well, ^Efare you well, I ^Flove you more than ^Cwords can ^Gtell, ^CListen to the river ^Gsing sweet songs, to ^Frock my ^Csoul.