She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
As everthing works out the way it does in this song
A tydyed dress she was a psychadelic mess
She had rings on her fingers
Songwriters: Jerome J Garcia, Robert C Hunter
Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrong
We toured to the north, south, east and west
And bells on her shoes
She's got the police coming after me
And there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyes
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
I knew right away she was not like other girls
And now I hear the police coming after me
Because I sold off my personal property
Sold nitrus, opium, acid, herion and PCP
And I could tell without asking she was into the blues
Sold some ectascy
As I was walkin down rubadub square
From another direction she was calling my eye
All scarlet begoinas and a touch of the blues
Because the women took the lovin over me
It was the summer of love and I thank the stars above
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by
Now I hear the police coming after me
We sold some mushroom tea
Publisher: ICE NINE PUBLISHING CO INC
Not a chill to the window a litte to the air
The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
And just to gain her trust I bought a microbus
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try I might as well try
Cause once in a while you get shown in the light