Cats Under the Stars (Live at Warfield Theater, San Francisco, CA, 1990)
Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter
Cats on the blacktop, birdy in the treetop
Someone plays guitar that sounds like clavinette
I ain't ready yet to go to bed
Think I'll take a walk downtown instead
Cats on the bandstand, give 'em each a big hand
Anyone who sweats that hard must be all right
No one wants a fight, no black eye
Just another cat beneath the stars tonight
Cats in the limelight feels like it's all right
Everybody wants something they may not get
I ain't ready yet, it ain't complete
That's why I'm heading down to Alley Cat Street
A satin blouse unbuttoning
Time's a stripper
Doing it just for you
Knock it in thе brass tacks
Cover up you tracks, Jack
You ain't going nowhere till
You can pay your own way back
What еlse do you lack to make it right
But cats down under the stars tonight?