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