Biography:
Jerome John "Jerry" Garcia (August 1, 1942 – August 9, 1995) was an American singer-songwriter and guitarist best known for his work with the band the Grateful Dead, which came to prominence during the counterculture era in the 1960s. Though he disavowed the role, Garcia was viewed by many as the leader or "spokesman" of the group.
One of its founders, Garcia performed with the Grateful Dead for their entire thirty-year career (1965–1995). Garcia also founded and participated in a variety of side projects
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Other songs:
- Deep Elm Blues
- Dire Wolf
- Down In The Valley
- Dreadful Wind And Rain
- Drifting Too Far From The Shore
- Fair Ellender
- Freight Train
- Hopalong Peter
- Ill Take A Melody
- Jackaroo
- Lonely Avenue
- Louis Collins
- Magnificent Sanctuary Band
- Midnight Getaway
- Midnight Town
- Mighty High
- Mission In The Rain
- Mississippi Moon
- Mountains Of The Moon
- Neighbor Neighbor
- Off To Sea Once More
- Rockin Chair
- Senor
- Shady Grove
- Simple Twist Of Fate
- Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
- Stealin
- Take Me
- The Handsome Cabin Boy
- The Sweet And Sunny South
- To Lay Me Down
- Tore Up Over You
- Waiting For A Miracle
- When The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
- Whiskey In The Jar
- Whisky In The Jar
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OFF TO SEA ONCE MORE
traditional
Dm C Am
When first I came to Liverpool
Dm C Dm
I went upon a spree
Dm F
Me money alas I spent too fast
F C A
Got drunk as drunk could be
Dm
And when my money was all gone
F C A
'Twas then I wanted more
Dm C Am
But a man must be blind to make up his mind
Dm C Dm
To go to sea once more
I spent the night with Angeline
Too drunk to roll in bed
My watch was new and my money too
In the mornin' with 'em she fled
And as I roamed the streets about
The whores they all would roar
Here comes Jack Rack, the young sailin' lad
He must go to sea once more
As I was walkin' down the street
I met with Rapper Brown
I asked for him to take me in
And he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off
With me you jobbed no score
But I'll take your advance and I'll give ya's a chance
And I'll send you to sea once more
I hired me aboard of a whaling ship
Bound for the Artic seas
Where the cold winds blow through the frost and the snow
And Jamaican rum would freeze
And worst and bear I'd no hard weather gear
For I'd lost all my money ashore
'Twas then that I wished that I was dead
So I'd gone to sea no more
Some days we're catching whales me lads
And some days we're catching none
With a twenty foot oar cocked in our hands
From four o'clock in the morn
And when the shades of night come in
We rest on our weary oar
'Twas then I wished that I was dead
Or safe with the girls ashore
Come all you bold seafarin' men
And listen to my song
If you come off of them long trips
I'd have ya's not go wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink
Don't go sleeping with no whores
Get married lads and have all night in
So you'll go to sea no more
traditional
Dm C Am
When first I came to Liverpool
Dm C Dm
I went upon a spree
Dm F
Me money alas I spent too fast
F C A
Got drunk as drunk could be
Dm
And when my money was all gone
F C A
'Twas then I wanted more
Dm C Am
But a man must be blind to make up his mind
Dm C Dm
To go to sea once more
I spent the night with Angeline
Too drunk to roll in bed
My watch was new and my money too
In the mornin' with 'em she fled
And as I roamed the streets about
The whores they all would roar
Here comes Jack Rack, the young sailin' lad
He must go to sea once more
As I was walkin' down the street
I met with Rapper Brown
I asked for him to take me in
And he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off
With me you jobbed no score
But I'll take your advance and I'll give ya's a chance
And I'll send you to sea once more
I hired me aboard of a whaling ship
Bound for the Artic seas
Where the cold winds blow through the frost and the snow
And Jamaican rum would freeze
And worst and bear I'd no hard weather gear
For I'd lost all my money ashore
'Twas then that I wished that I was dead
So I'd gone to sea no more
Some days we're catching whales me lads
And some days we're catching none
With a twenty foot oar cocked in our hands
From four o'clock in the morn
And when the shades of night come in
We rest on our weary oar
'Twas then I wished that I was dead
Or safe with the girls ashore
Come all you bold seafarin' men
And listen to my song
If you come off of them long trips
I'd have ya's not go wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink
Don't go sleeping with no whores
Get married lads and have all night in
So you'll go to sea no more
Jerry Landis
Jerry Leger
Jerry Lewis Lee
jerry livingston
Jerry Orbach