Grateful Dead - Doin' that rag - remastered lyrics

Sittin' in Mangrove valley chasing light beams Everything wanders from baby to Z Baby, baby, babe, pretty it all on Tuesday Old like a rum drinkin' demon at tea Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter? What, what tell me what's your why how? Tell me why will you never come home? Tell me what's your reason if you've got a good one Everywhere I go the people all know Everyone is doin' that rag Everywhere I go the people all know Everyone is doin' that rag Take my line and go fishin' for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons Couldn't find any better ones in the mornin' at three The rain gonna come but the rain gonna go you know Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit dark before the day Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone is doin' that rag Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone's doin' that rag You needn't gild the lily, offer j**els to the sunset No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are wingin' home now Hey love, go and look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now Wading in the water and you'll never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag Wading in the water and you'll never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve Come back here, baby Louise And tell me the name of the game that you play Is it all fall down? Is it all go under? Is it all fall down? Is it all go under? Is it all fall down? Is it all go under? ...