Grateful Dead - Scarlet begonias

^CAs I was walkin' down ^FGrosvenor ^GSquare, Not a ^Cchill to the winter but a ^Fnip to the ^Gair, ^FFrom the other di^Crec^Gtion ^Fshe was calling my ^Ceye, ^FCould be an il^Clus^Gion ^Fbut I might as well ^Ctry, might as well ^Gtry.

^CShe had rings on her fingers and ^Fbells on her ^Gshoes, ^CAnd I knew without askin' she was ^Finto the ^Gblues. ^FShe wore scarlet ^Cbeg^Gonias^F tucked into her ^Ccurls, ^FI knew right a^Cway ^Gshe w^Fas not like other ^Cgirls, other ^Ggirls.

^CIn the heat of the evening when the ^Fdealin' got ^Grough, ^CShe was too pat to open and ^Ftoo cool to ^Gbluff. ^FAs I picked up my ^Cmat^Gches ^Fand was closin' the ^Cdoor, ^FI had one of those ^Cflas^Ghes, ^FI'd been there bef^Core, been there be^Gfore.

Well I ^Dain't often right but I've never been wrong, ^GSeldom turns out the way it ^Fdoes in the ^Csong. ^DOnce in a while you get shown the light In the ^Gstrangest of places if you ^Flook at it ^Dright.

^CWell there ain't nothin' wrong with the ^Fway she ^Gmoves, ^CAll scarlet begonias or a ^Ftouch of the ^Gblues. ^FAnd there's nothing ^Cwro^Gng with the ^Flook that's in her ^Ceyes ^FI had to learn the ^Chard ^Gway to ^Flet her pass ^Cby, let her pass ^Gby.

^CThe wind in the willow's playing "^FTea for ^GTwo," ^CThe sky was yellow and the ^Fsun was ^Gblue, ^FStrangers stopping ^Cstran^Ggers ^Fjust to shake their ^Chand, ^FEverybody's ^Cplayi^Gng ^Fin the heart of gold ^Cband, heart of gold ^Gband.