Whatever Happened to Rose?

[Verse 1: Bob Weir]

Whatever happened to the end of the trail?

The gold strike, the gold spike, the want of a nail

And every brass rail my thirst ever rode

And whatever happened to Rose?

And whatever happened to that panhandle town?

And where blew the ashes when the whole thing burned down?

Is there some valley my soul can repose?

And whatever happened to Rose?

She wouldn't have let me, she wasn't the type

To do wrong to a heart that had loved her so strong

You have to know she wouldn't go

No, not without telling me why

Searched every churchyard and honky tonk place

For a name on a stone or a face

Or maybe just one last goodbye

Sometimes along the trail side I'll find

A poor unmarked grave and I lay down beside

And tell Rose I love her, then tell her goodbye

And lay down, sleep there 'til the morning

And whatever happened to Rose?

And whatever happened to Rose?

And whatever happened to Rose?