Black Peter                        Rukind-tab
(Garcia/Hunter)                          Deadstein-tab

All of my friends come to see me last night
I was layin' in my bed and dyin'
Annie Bonneau, from Saint Angel, say the weather down here, so fine

Just then the wind came squalling through the dark
But who can the weather command
Just want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand

Fever roll up to a hundred and five
Roll on up, gonna roll back down
One more day, I find myself alive
Tomorrow, maybe go beneath the ground

See here how everything lead up to this day
And it's just like any other day that's ever been
Sun goin' up and then, the sun, it goin' down
Shine through my window and my friends they come around
Come around, come around

The people might know, but the people don't care
That a man can be as poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lyin' in pain
Now, let's go run and see
Run and see.