Uncle John's Band
The Grateful Dead 

Gsus5 G (x2)
   G Bm C D (x2)
                             G5
             Well, the first days are the hardest days
                              C               G5
             Don't you worry any more
             Cause when life looks like easy street
             There is danger at your door

                             Am                                 Em
                             Think this through with me
                             C                             D
                             Let me know your mind
                             C        D               G          Am
                             Whoa oh, what I want to know 
                           G   D           G5    G5
                             Is are you kind?

             It's a buck dancer's choice my friends
             Better take my advice
             You know all the rules by now
             And the fire from the ice

                             Will you come with me
                             Won't you come with me
                             Whoa oh, what I want to know is
                             Will you come with me

                                             G                             C
                                             Goddamn, well I declare
                                             Am          G             D
                                             Have you seen the like
                                                       C
                                             Their walls are built of cannonballs
                                                       G       D          C            D
                                             Their motto is don't tread on me

                                             Come hear Uncle John's Band
                                             Playing to the tide
                                             Come with me, or go alone
                                             He's come to take his children home
                                                                  *Interlude*   G Bm C D (x4)

             It's the same story, the crow told me
             It's the only one he know
             Like the morning sun you come
             And like the wind you go

                             Ain't no time to hate
                             Barely time to wait
                             Whoa oh, what I want to know is
                             Where does the time go?

             I live in a silver mine
             And I call it Beggar's Tomb
             I got me a violin
             And I beg you call the tune

                             Anybody's choice
                             I can hear your voice
                             Whoa oh, what I want to know is
                             How does the song go?

                                             Come hear Uncle John's Band
                                             By the riverside
                                             Got some things to talk about
                                             Here beside the rising tide

                                             Come hear Uncle John's Band
                                             Playing to the tide
                                             Come on along, or go alone
                                             He's come to take his children home
                                                                                                           Dm7 C (x8)  D2

                                                             D2
                                                             Woah ho, what I want to know is
                                                             C                     G
                                                             How does the song go?

                                        (acapella)
                                             Come hear Uncle John's Band
                                             By the riverside
                                             Got some things to talk about
                                             Here beside the rising tide

                                        (resume music)
                                             Come hear Uncle John's Band
                                             Playing to the tide
                                             Come on along, or go alone
                                             He's come to take his children home
                                                                                                            Dm7  C

                                                                          Dm7        C       Dm7
                                                                          Da da da da da da
                                                                          Da da da da da da
                                                                                                    D2
                                                                          Da da da da da da...
      


  Copyright 1970 Ice Nine Publishing, Inc.
  By Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia
  Workingman's Dead





   Chords:
          G5 G  B  C  D  Am  Em Dm7 D2
      e |-3--3-----0--2--0---0---1--0--
      B |-3--0--4--1--3--1---0---1--3--
      G |-0--0--4--0--2--2---0---2--2--
      D |-0--0--4--2--0--2---2---0--0--
      A |-2--2--2--3--0--0---2---------
      E |-3--3---------------0---------

   Dm7 C Thing:
          Dm7                C   Dm7 Dm7              C   Dm7
      e |----------------------------------------------------
      B |----------------------------------------------------
      G |-------2-0----------------------2-0-----------------
      D |-0-0h3------3-0-0-2---2-0---0h3------3-0-0-2---2-0--
      A |--------------------3------------------------3------
      E |----------------------------------------------------

    h = hammer-on







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