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Truckin' ~ The Grateful Dead

Truckin' got my chips cashed in

Keep truckin' like the doodah man

Together, more or less in line

Just keep truckin' on

 
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street

Chicago, New York, Detroit and its all the same street

Your typical city involved in a typical daydream

Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

 
Dallas got a soft machine

Houston too close to New Orleans

New York got the ways and means

But just won't let you be

 
Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love

Most of the time they're sitting and crying at home

One of these days they know they gotta get going

Out of the door and into the street all alone

 
Truckin' like the doodah man

Once told me "Gotta play your hand

Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime

If you don't lay them down"

 
Sometimes the lights all shining on me

Other times I can barely see

Lately it occurs to me

What a long strange trip it's been

 
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?

She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same

Living on reds and vitamin C and cocaine

All her friends can say is ain't it a shame

 
Truckin' up to Buffalo

Been thinking you got to mellow slow

Takes time, you pick a place to go

Just keep truckin' on

 
Sitting and staring out of the hotel window

Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again

Like to get some sleep before I travel

But if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in

 
Busted down on Bourbon Street

Set like a bowling pin

Knocked down, it gets to wearing thin

They just won't let you be

 
You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel

Get tired of travelling you want to settle down

I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying

Get out of the door, light out and look all around

 
Sometimes the lights all shining on me

Other times I can barely see

Lately it occurs to me

What a long strange trip it's been

 
Truckin' I'm a going home

Whoa, whoa, baby, back where I belong

Back home, sit down and patch my bones

And get back truckin' on


The Grateful Dead