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Grateful Dead Reckoning
Album Viewed
The Grateful Dead (1967) 4868
Anthem of the Sun (1968) 2798
Aoxomoxoa (1969) 4174
American Beauty (1970) 6788
Live Dead (1970) 3711
Workingman's Dead (1970) 4494
Grateful Dead Live (1971) 6567
Europe '72 (1972) 8903
Bear's Choice: History of the Grateful Dead (1973) 3290
Wake of the Flood (1973) 3943
From The Mars Hotel (1974) 4225
Skeletons From the Closet (1974) 6060
Blues for Allah (1975) 5586
Steal Your Face (1976) 6902
Terrapin Station (1977) 3612
Shakedown Street (1978) 5542
Go To Heaven (1980) 4812
Dead Set (1981) 7619
Reckoning (1981) 7906
In The Dark (1987) 4332
Dylan & The Dead (1989) 3422
Built To Last (1990) 4529
Without A Net (1990) 8863
Lyric Viewed
The Race Is On 522
Ripple 529
I've Been All Around This World 490
Dark Hollow 583
China Doll 500
It Must Have Been The Roses 494
Bird Song 489
On The Road Again 510
Rosa Lee McFall 522
To Lay Me Down 559
Cassidy 575
Deep Elem Blues 513
Jack-A-Roe 517
Monkey and the Engineer 488
Dire Wolf 506
It Must Have Been The Roses


Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.

Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,
Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company,
If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Let me lay 'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.

One pane of glass in the window,
No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
And it's strange how no one comes round any more.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.

Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.

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