During the calisthenics, wed like to introduce the gentlemen on the stage. This is Pigpen on organ. From Atherton, California, this is Mister Robert Weir. From Marin Junior College, Mister Phillip Lesh. From 710 Ashbury Street, Mister Jerry Garcia. This, on drums, the son of Lenny Hart, Mickey Hart. 
Dont ease, dont ease, dont ease me in
Ive been all night long coming home, dont ease me in
I was standing on the corner
With a dollar in my hand
I was looking for a woman
Sweet mama didnt have no man
Dont ease, dont ease, dont ease me in
Ive been all night long coming home, dont ease me in
The girl I love, shes sweet and true
And the dress she wears, sweet mama, its pink and blue
She brings me coffee, she brings me tea
She brings me about every darn thing but the jailhouse key
Dont ease, dont ease, dont ease me in
Ive been all night long coming home, dont ease me in
Im walking down Main, Deep Elem in June
All the women down there got the Texas blues
Dont ease, dont ease, dont ease me in
Ive been all night long coming home, dont ease me in
Dont ease, dont ease, dont ease me in
Ive been all night long coming home, dont ease me in
Ah, youre too kind, too kind. Can you hear this stuff alright out there? Cant hear the guitars, you gotta turn the guitars up. Turn them up, turn them up, turn them, turn them up. What was that? Stop it, man. Eat it. Woo. We dont have to dignify your miserable heckling, do we?