Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Bob Weir/Ratdog
A Ratdog song first played on 14 October 2002, sandwiched within
"The Last Time". Re-introduced in 2006. This is my stab at the lyrics,
based on several slightly different versions - more recent versions are
shorter and drop and re-order some verses:
Tuesday bluesI believe the lyrics are by Robert Hunter. He performed a version in 2002 which he commented about it in his Road Journal for 30 April 2002:
Had them all week long
Take it easy
Come on, come on
Come on so strong
Come on so strong
Said, call me baby
Like you know you should
Feel so bad
Can't never get good
Never get good
Can't never get good
So [splash off the desert], let me follow you down
Like the cool flashes
In a tin can crown
In a tin can crown
Tuesday blues
Like a pistol chime
When you're driving [cooly]
At the edge of time
Edge of time
Edge of time
So many choices
Who can choose
Ain't just a question
Of win or lose
Win or lose
Win or lose
You can never find a lover like the other before
That's because they don't
They don't make them like that no more
Tuesday blues
Walked all the way with a nail in my shoes
Tuesday blues
Still looking for an offer I can't refuse
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Something in the wine
Made me kneel and pray
Like a frightened sinner
On judgement day
On judgement day
Judgement day
Well the stars fell down
From an angry sky
Roof collapsed
And the well ran dry
Well ran dry
Well ran dry
Well I could not rise and I could not stand
'Cause when your dog come up
And it bit my hand
Tuesday blues
Walked all the way with a nail in my shoes
Tuesday blues
Still looking for an offer I can't refuse
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Locked in the attic
With a ball and chain
Singing Tuesday blues
To the tune of rain
Tune of rain
Tune of rain
Uderneath the ocean
With the black-skin doll
On top of old Smokey
Where the four winds howl
Four winds howl
Four winds howl
Nothing in my heart never rang so true
Nothing except my love
My love for you
Love for you
Tuesday blues
Walked all the way with a nail in my shoes
Tuesday blues
Still looking for an offer I can't refuse
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Best damn music I ever heard
From the passing window
Of a Thunderbird
Of a Thunderbird
Never did catch the name of that tune
Hear that back beat all night long
Tuesday blues
Walked all the way with a nail in my shoes
Tuesday blues
Still looking for an offer I can't refuse
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Well I didn't complain
Didn't complain till the [bit] was passed
Thinking each moment
Could be my last
Be my last
Be my last
Made me appreciate
Tuesday blues
Black and blue color
Of a perfect bruise
Perfect bruise
Perfect bruise
Made me thank my lucky stars
For rabbit scratches
Yes and well-healed scars
I was losing [in the tropics]
Basket case
With the Tuesday blues
Locked on my face
Locked on my face
Well they never showed
[?]
[?] paradise
Or just as bad
Just as bad
Just as bad
There's a [dew] in my heart, [?] in town
Backstreet girl
Hanging upside down
Tuesday blues
Walked all the way with a nail in my shoes
Tuesday blues
Still looking for an offer I can't refuse
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Tuesday blues
Tuesday blues
Still looking for an offer I can't refuse
Open the paper
Same old news
Turn on the TV
Evening news
[?] with the Tuesday blues
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Broken hearts, dollar a pound
Tuesday blues going round and round
Going round and round
Going round and round
"Last night was blues night. Got into some rhythms that were very satisfying. Superb audience. I got creative and, with their permission, did a song I wrote last year but never set to music, Tuesday Blues, and invented changes on the spot. Seemed to work. Fun."
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