One, two, three, go
A pistol shot at five o′clock, the bells of heaven ring
Tell me what you done it for, no I won't tell you a thing
Yesterday I begged you before I reached the ground
All I leave behind me is only what I found
I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny
I would ask the same of you, but failin′, will not die
Take up your China doll
It's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
