We put together some covers for the Grateful Dead #DeadCoversProject 2020 – check them out below!
Check out our original music here!
I even grew out a beard to look like Jerry!
Update: Whoa! The Grateful Dead posted our Friend of the Devil cover on their official facebook page!
Update 2: The Grateful Dead official instagram followed our finsta of GD covers, Near Dead Experience!
Friend Of The Devil
Dire Wolf
Casey Jones
Candyman
Lyrics:
Friend Of The Devil (Grateful Dead #DeadCoversProject 2020)
I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn’t get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out running but I’ll take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight
I ran into the Devil, babe
He loaned me twenty bills
I spent that night in Utah
In a cave up in the hills
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight
I ran down to the levee
But the Devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill
And he vanished in the air
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight
Got two reasons why I cry
Away each lonely night
The first one’s named sweet Anne Marie
And she’s my heart’s delight
Second one is prison, baby
The sheriff’s on my trail
And if he catches up with me
I’ll spend my life in jail
Got a wife in Chino, babe
And one in Cherokee
First one says she’s got my child
But it don’t look like me
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight
Dire Wolf (Grateful Dead #DeadCoversProject 2020)
In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet ‘neath the ground.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.
I sat down to my supper, ’twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, that’s the last they saw of me.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was “Come on in”.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.
In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing ’round the fire.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.
No, no, no don’t murder me. I beg of you,
Don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.
Casey Jones (Grateful Dead #DeadCoversProject 2020)
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my mind
This old engine makes it on time
Leaves Central Station ’bout a quarter to nine
Hits River Junction at seventeen two
At a quarter to ten you know it’s travelin’ again
Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey Jones you better, watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my mind
Trouble ahead, Lady in red
Take my advice you’d be better off dead
Switchman’s sleeping, train hundred and two is
On the wrong track and headed for you
Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my mind
Trouble with you is the trouble with me
Got two good eyes but you still don’t see
Come round the bend, you know it’s the end
The fireman screams and the engine just gleams
Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey Jones you better, watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my mind
Candyman (Grateful Dead #DeadCoversProject 2020)
Open up your windows ’cause the Candyman’s in town
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones
Seven come eleven, boys I’ll take your money home
Here he comes and he’s gone again
Pretty lady ain’t got no friend
Till the Candyman comes around again
When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive
Good morning Mr. Benson, I see you’re doing well
If I had me a shotgun, I’d blow you straight to Hell
Here he comes and he’s gone again
Pretty lady ain’t got no friend
Till the Candyman comes around again
If you’ve got a dollar boys, lay it on the line
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey ’round
Won’t you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman’s in town
Here he comes and he’s gone again
Pretty lady ain’t got no friend
Till the Candyman comes around again