Jerry Garcia - The millers will

^DThere was an old miller and he lived alone ^AHad three sons all ^Dfully grown ^GWhen the time came to ^Dmake out his will ^DAll he had left was a ^Alittle grist ^Dmill ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DHe called to him his eldest son Said, "^ASon, oh, son my ^Drace is run If ^GI a miller ^Dof you make ^DPray tell me what ^Atoll you ^Dtake?" ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DFather, oh father my name is Bill ^AOut of each bushel I'd ^Dtake a gill You ^Gfool, you fool, the ^Dold man cried ^DOn such a little you'll ^Anever get a ^Drise ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DWell, he called to him his second son Said, "^ASon, oh, son, my ^Drace is run If ^GI a miller ^Dof you make ^DPray tell me what ^Atoll you'd ^Dtake?" ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DFather, oh father, my name is, Ralph ^AOut of each bushel ^DI'd take half Not ^Genough, not enough, the ^Dold man said ^DSuch a little you'd ^Anever get ^Dahead ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DHe called to him his youngest son Said, "^Ason oh son my ^Drace is run If ^GI a miller ^Dof you make ^DPray tell me what ^Atoll you'd ^Dtake?" ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DFather, oh father, my name is Paul ^AOut of each bushel ^DI'd take all ^GHallelujah, the ^Dold man cried ^DThen he turned up him ^Atoes and he ^Ddied ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DThey buried him in a little box grave ^ASome do not think his ^Dsoul was saved ^GWhere he went I ^Dcould not say ^DBut I rather believe he ^Awent the other ^Dway ^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday

^DSing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, ^Afol dig-a-^Dday