Spoonful - live at winterland san francisco / 1968
Could fill spoons full of diamonds
Could fill spoons full of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul

Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies about it
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

Could fill spoons full of coffee
Could fill spoons full of tea
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Is that enough for me?

Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies about it
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, yeah
Could fill spoons full of water
Take them from the desert sands
But a little spoon of lead from my forty-five
Save you from another man

Men lies
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies
Everything's a-fightin' about it
Everything's a-cryin' about it
Everything's-a, everything's a-dyin' about it
Everything's a-cryin' about it
Everything's a-lyin' about it

Little old, little old spoonful
Spoonful, yeah
Everybody just dyin' about it
Everybody just cryin' about it

That spoon, that spoon, that
Little old spoon, little old spoon, little old
Little old spoon, little old spoon, little old spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful, yeah
Mm, mmm
Alright, yeah
Alright

Everything's a-dyin' about it, yeah
Alright