Katie Cruel

Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional

Played by an unnamed bluegrass band with Jerry Garcia on banjo in Burlingame in January 1962. Thanks to Matt Schofield for the lyrics.

When first I came to town
They brought me bottles plenty
And now they've changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty

Diddle-ay, oh diddle-i o-day

Oh that I was what I would be
That what I be that I am not
Here am I where I must be
Go where would I cannot

I know who I love
And I know who loves me
I know where I'm going
And I know who'll go with me

Diddle-ay, oh diddle-i o-day

Through the woods I'll go
Through the bog and mire
Ride on down the road
And to my hearts desire

Diddle-ay, oh diddle-i o-day

Oh that I was what I would be
That what I be that I am not
Here am I where I must be
Go where would I cannot

Eyes as bright as coals
Lips like a bright red cherry
And 'tis her delight
To make the young folks marry

Diddle-ay, oh diddle-i o-day

When first I came to town
They called me the roving jewel
Now they've changed their tune
They call me Katie Cruel

Diddle-ay, oh diddle-i o-day

Oh that I was what I would be
That what I be that I am not
Here am I where I must be
Go where would I cannot

Futher Information
For more information on recordings see Matt Schofield's Grateful Dead Family Discography

 


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