Letras:
Helm Levon Electric Dirt

Life's a strain of painful things to be overcome We mark the mile by our trials and suffer everyone But hold them near and keep them dear and don't be

I wish I knew how it would feel to be free I wish I could break all of they chains they holding me And I wish I could say all the things that I should

Had a sweet little girl, I lose my baby, boy, ain't that bad Had a sweet little girl, I lose my baby, boy, ain't that bad You can't spend what you ain

Cold iron shackles and ball and chain Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train You know you bound to wind up dead If you don't head back to Tennessee

In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia There's a place that I love so well Where I spent many days of my childhood In a cabin where we loved to dwell

(Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter) Cold iron shackles And ball and chain Listen to the whistle Of the evenin' train You know you Bound to wind up dead If

(Carter Stanley) In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia, There's a place I love too well, Where I spent many days of my childhood, In the cabin where

(Muddy Waters) Had a sweet little girl, i lose my baby, boy ain't that bad Had a sweet little girl, i lose my baby, boy ain't that bad You can't spend

(Anthony Leone, Byron Isaacs, Fiona McBain, Amy Helm, Glenn Patscha) Life's a strain, painful thing To be overcome We mark the nights by our triumphs