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[Verse 1]
Bringing me down
I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars
I'm here by the road
Bound to the load
I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
[Chorus]
Black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light
Oh, I'm drowning in you
[Verse 2]
I left St. Louis, City of Blues
In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
I tried to pretеnd it came to an end
'Cause you wеren't the woman I once thought I'd met
But I can't deny, oh, times have gone by
I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
But I was a man when all this began
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet
[Chorus]
Black-throated wind whisper mix in
It's speaking of life that passes like dew
Forced me to see you've done better by me
Done better by me than I've done by you
[Verse 3]
Now what's to be found, racing around
You're carrying your bag wherever you go
I'm full of the blues, trying to lose
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know
So I give you my eyes, oh, and all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
Capture a glance, oh, and make it a dance
Of looking at you looking at me
[Outro]
Black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light
Turn it around, that's what I'm gonna do
Going back home, that's what I'm gonna do
Turn it around, that's what I'm gonna do
Going back home, that's what I'm gonna do
You've done better by me than I've done by you
I'm going back home, that's what I'm gonna do
Oh oh, I'm drowning in you
Oh oh, I'm drowning in you
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do
Oh oh, I'm drowning in you
Black-Throated Wind (Live at Academy of Music, New York, NY, March 28, 1972) was written by Bob Weir & John Perry Barlow.
Black-Throated Wind (Live at Academy of Music, New York, NY, March 28, 1972) was produced by The Grateful Dead.
The Grateful Dead released Black-Throated Wind (Live at Academy of Music, New York, NY, March 28, 1972) on Thu Oct 30 2003.