The Grateful Dead
Althea

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I told Althea, I was feeling lost
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Lackin’ in, some direction
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Althea told me, upon scrutiny that my, 
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Back might need protection
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I told Althea that treachery
D                         A
Was tearing me, limb from limb
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Althea told me, now, cool down boy
Bm      A         E
Settle down, easy Jim


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You may be Saturday’s child, all alone
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Moving with, tinge of grace
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You may be a clown in the burial ground
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Or just another, pretty face
A                       C#m
You may be the fate, of Ophelia
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Sleepin’ and perchance to dream
C#m                    E
Honest to the point of recklessmess
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Self-centered in the extreme

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Ain’t nobody messing with you, but you
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Your friends are getting most concerned
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Loose with the truth, baby it’s your fire

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Baby I hope you don’t get burned
A                  C#m
When the smoke has cleared she said
D                     A
That what she said to me
C#m                 E
Gonna want a bed to lay your head
Bm       A       E
And a little sympathy

	Bridge:
	D                    G
	There are things you can replace
	E 
	And others you cannot
	D                    G
	The time has come to weigh those things
	E                  
	This space is getting hot
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	You know this space is getting hot.

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I told Althea I’m a roving sign
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And I was born to be a bachelor
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Althea told me, Okay, that’s fine
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You know now I’m tryin’ to catch her
A                         C#m
Can’t talk to you without talkin’ to me
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You’re guilty of the same old thing
C#m                  E
Thinkin’ a lot about less and less
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And forgetting the love we bring.