Stella Blue

Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing.



All the years combine,
They melt into a dream.

A broken angel sings
from a guitar.

In the end there's just a song
comes crying like the wind

Stella Blue

When all the cards are down
there's nothing left to see.
There's just the pavement left,
and broken dreams.

In the end there's still that song
comes crying like the wind,
down every lonely street that's ever been.

Stella Blue

I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can't win for trying.

Dust off those rusty strings just one more time
Gonna make em shine.

It all rolls into one,
and nothing comes for free.
There's nothing you can hold for very long.

And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind,
it seems like all this life was just a dream

Stella Blue


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