The poem by Robert Hunter includes additional lyrics that to my knowledge have never been performed by the GD. They are:
Babys in scarlet, her shackles in grey
If loves to love she's got it salted away
Out of the rat trap and under the wire
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Put it down heavy, strip it down lean
Got to lay it down dirty and play it back clean
Fireman, fireman, call off your dog
this isn't a blaze, it's just a hog in the log
Cut up in sections, squirming alive
lost to the world on that fifty cent jive
There's a fire on the mountain, running around
what doesn't go up can never come down
I used to have a tape that contained these lyrics being presumably sung by Hunter himself. That tape is long gone but I am wondering if anyone has a link to it on archive or its equivalent? Any leads would be appreciated.
For shits and giggles > This FIRE is the closest you will ever get to Bobby playing lead. It may be one of the best showns Bobby ever performed. It's that good > Grateful Dead Live at Horton Field House, Illinois State U. on 1978-04-24. Whenever I post an archive link my whole post goes kablooey! Wierd.