Lyrics:
Grateful Dead Black Throated Wind

bars Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up The highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars The black-throated wind keeps on pouring

bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. The black-throated wind keeps on pouring

and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. The black-throated wind keeps on