• Believe It Or Not
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    One or two moments, a piece of your time
    Is all that I'm asking, and I'll give you mine
    One or two moments out of all you have got
    To show how I love you, believe it or not

    Remember the day I rolled in to town
    With my heart in my shoes, with my head hanging down
    Now my only trouble, the rest I forgot
    Is to show how I love you, believe it or not

    Done time in the lockup, done time in the street
    Done time on the upswing and time in defeat
    I know what I'm asking, and I know it's a lot
    When I say that I love you, believe it or not

    I know I'm no angel, my prospects are high
    As the flood line in summer when the river's gone dry
    But I'll roll up my shirt-sleeves and make my best shot
    To show how I love you, believe it or not

    Right now while the sun shines on the crest of the hill
    With a breeze in the pines and a grey whippoorwill
    Making music together that guitars never caught
    Let me show how I love you, believe it or not

    A Hunter/Garcia ballad recorded for Built To Last but not released on the album. It was played live only six times in 1988 and once in 1990.

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A Hunter/Garcia ballad recorded for Built To Last but not released on the album. It was played live only six times in 1988 and once in 1990.

Lyrics By
Robert Hunter
Music By
Jerry Garcia
Lyrics

One or two moments, a piece of your time
Is all that I'm asking, and I'll give you mine
One or two moments out of all you have got
To show how I love you, believe it or not

Remember the day I rolled in to town
With my heart in my shoes, with my head hanging down
Now my only trouble, the rest I forgot
Is to show how I love you, believe it or not

Done time in the lockup, done time in the street
Done time on the upswing and time in defeat
I know what I'm asking, and I know it's a lot
When I say that I love you, believe it or not

I know I'm no angel, my prospects are high
As the flood line in summer when the river's gone dry
But I'll roll up my shirt-sleeves and make my best shot
To show how I love you, believe it or not

Right now while the sun shines on the crest of the hill
With a breeze in the pines and a grey whippoorwill
Making music together that guitars never caught
Let me show how I love you, believe it or not