Intro: strum F Dm F Dm F so on, the lick sort of just comes naturally…

^GLet my inspiration ^Dmflow in token ^Amrhyme, ^Gsuggesting ^Frhythm, ^FThat will not f^Corsake me, till my ^Ftale is told and ^Cdon^Ce.^F ^G ^C ^Dm7 ^GWhile the firelight’^Dms aglow, strange shadow^Ams from th^Ge flames will ^Fgrow, ^FTill things we’ve neve^Cr seen will see^Fm familiar.

Same pattern for the following verses: Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, Who came through many fights, but lost at love. While the storyteller speaks, a door within the fire creaks; Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion’s den. Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, Strategy was his strength, and not disaster. Here’s the solo. Sorry, scratch that. Please, will somebody tab the solo? The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. That’s how it stands today. You decide if he was wise. The storyteller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice. His job is to shed light, and not to master. Interlude (thingy) goes F for a while, Cmaj7 for a while, C7, then:

^FSince the end is never ^Dmtold, we^C7 pay the teller off in ^Cgold, ^FIn hopes he will return, but ^Dmhe can^Enot be bought or sold.

Then:

^EInspi^Aration, move me ^Dbrightly. ^ELight the song with ^Asense and color; ^AHold away despair, ^Emore than ^Athis I will not ^Eask. ^EFaced with ^F#mmysteries ^Adark and ^Dva^C#mst, ^Bm ^Estatements just seem ^Avain at ^Dla^C#mst. ^Bm ^ASome ^Bmrise, ^Asome ^Bmfall, ^Asome ^Bmclimb, to get to ^Aterrapin.

^ECounting ^Astars by candle^Elight, all are ^F#mdim but ^Aone is ^Dbr^C#might^Bm; ^EThe spiral light of ^AVenus, rising ^Dfirst and shining ^Ebest, ^EOn, ^Afrom the northwest ^Ecorner, of a ^F#mbrand new ^Acrescent ^Dmo^C#mon, ^Bm ^EWhile crickets and ^Acicadas ^Dsi^Ang^E, a rare and different tune, ^ETerrapin ^Bsta^Ation.

^EIn the shadow ^Bof the ^Emoon, terrapin ^Bsta^Ation. ^AAnd I know we’l^Dl be ther^Ee soon, terrapin… ^EI can’t figure out, terrapin, if it’s the end or beginning, terrapin, ^EBut the train’s put it’s brakes on, terrapin, ^EAnd the whistle is screaming, ^Dterrapin.

Grateful Dead - Terrapin station