[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?
