Cumberland Blues, Dead and Co version

I can't play much slower Melinda, the tempo's going to die

I can't help you with your rhythms, if the brakes are so applied

we gotta speed up, we gotta speed up, or the dancers will drop like flyiiiiieeees

You keep it up just one more night, I can't stop here no more

Little Ben clock says quarter (notes) not eight (notes),  you kept me up till four

we gotta speed up, we gotta speed up, I can't stay awake no more (snooooorrrrreeeee)

Lotta poor man pays a hundred dollar bill,  Will get him into the show most of the time

Some other fellers paying nothing at all, and you can hear him cry (sigh)

It's too slow buddy, It's too slow,  stopping light and time

Gotta speed up to the Cumberland mine (gotta speed up to the cumberland mine)

That's where I mainly lost my time (crime, whine)  

Make good tempos, and maybe i'll pay,  If it gets any slower I might move away (hey,  way)

A lot of dancers got the Cumberland blues, we can't win for snoozing,

Lot a dancers want to speed up that time, just so they can dance the blues

I don't know now, I just don't know, If i'm coming back again,

I might snore now, I just might snore, if tempos are freaking slow again,

I might snore now, it's just a bore, with these wakey bakey times