Grateful Dead - Truckin'

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Truckin', got my chips cashed in,
Keep truckin', like the dodah man
Together, more or less in line,
Just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashin' marquees
out on main street,
Chicago, New York, Detroit
and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved
in a typical daydream.
Hang it up and see what tommorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine;
Houston, too close to New Orleans;
New York's got the ways and means;
But just won't let you be.

Most of the cats that you meet
on the streets speak of true love.
Most of the time they're sittin'
and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know
they gotta get goin'
Out the door and down
the street all alone.

Truckin', like the dodah man
Once told me "Gotta play your hand.
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay'em down."

Sometimes the light's all shinin' 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's lost her sparkle,
you know she isn't the same.
Livin' on reds, vitamin C,
and cocaine,
All a friend can say is ain't it a shame.

Truckin', up to Buffalo,
Been thinkin' you got to mellow slow.
takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on.

Sittin' and starin' 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 up, like a bowling pin.
Knocked down, get's to wearin' thin,
They just won't let you be.

You're sick of hangin' 'round
and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin'
and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke
your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and lights out,
look all around.

Sometimes the light's all shinin' 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 goin' home,
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And git back truckin' on.