A nice little song, perfect for the campfire. Some deadheads probably did sing it around the campfire as they waited outside the concert in the freezing cold, trying to think up ways to get in to see their 30th Dead show…
David Dodd’s website says this song is in the grande olde tradition of “come-all-ye” songs. I can’t think of any other come-all-ye songs, except Cat Stevens’ Peace Train. Did Cat get the idea from Uncle John? “Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait…” Come to think of it, Cat also came up with not one but two songs about Saturday Night, after the Dead came up with theirs. Let’s start calling him Copy-Cat Stevens…
I just bought a used Dead CD, and I can’t get it out of my head. I want it to last 30 minutes more. I want new lyrics to appear. I keep replaying it over and over (along with Sugar Magnolia and St. Stephen and Friend of the Devil, etc…). I like folky songs with lots of acoustic guitar. I like bongos and marracas and claves and güiros (look it up). I like obscure lyrics in the style of Stairway to Heaven and American Pie and any Dylan song, so we can write our own meaning. I want more Uncle John’s Band. I want to learn this song on guitar and buy some bongos and form my own tribute band, devoted completely to versions of Uncle John’s Band. I want Jerry to come back to life again and the Dead to start touring again cuz I never saw them. Or if Jerry can’t come back to life, I want him to pop his bony self out of the ground and pose for a new album cover, or an ad for a new weight-loss formula. I want, I want, I want…