Truckin'

Song Truckin'
Artist Grateful Dead
Album What A Long Strange Trip It's Been - The Best Of The Grateful Dead

Lyrics

[00:12.45] Truckin' got my chips cashed in.
[00:15.90] Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
[00:20.07] Together, more or less in line,
[00:23.97] just keep truckin' on.
[00:28.88]
[00:35.76] Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
[00:39.50] Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
[00:43.38] Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
[00:47.38] Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
[00:49.78]
[00:51.29] Dallas, got a soft machine;
[00:55.01] Houston, too close to New Orleans;
[00:58.83] New York's got the ways and means;
[01:02.67] but just won't let you be, oh no.
[01:07.57]
[01:14.21] Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love,
[01:17.85] Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
[01:21.70] One of these days they know they better get goin'
[01:25.54] Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
[01:28.34]
[01:29.39] Truckin', like the do-dah man.
[01:33.19] Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
[01:36.98] Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime,
[01:40.79] if you don't lay'em down,
[01:45.06]
[01:52.22] Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
[01:59.02] Other times I can barely see.
[02:05.58] Lately it occurs to me
[02:11.80] What a long, strange trip it's been.
[02:17.95]
[02:23.63] What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
[02:27.09] She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
[02:30.88] Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
[02:34.72] All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
[02:37.91]
[02:38.73] Truckin', up to Buffalo.
[02:42.15] Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
[02:46.00] Takes time, you pick a place to go,
[02:49.79] and just keep truckin' on.
[02:54.21]
[03:01.16] Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
[03:05.02] Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
[03:08.50] I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
[03:12.33] But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.
[03:15.42]
[03:16.43] Busted, down on Bourbon Street,
[03:19.95] Set up, like a bowlin' pin.
[03:23.79] Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin.
[03:27.44] They just won't let you be
[03:32.16]
[03:38.79] You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
[03:42.53] Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
[03:46.19] I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
[03:49.94] Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
[03:52.95]
[03:53.85] Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
[04:00.37] Other times I can barely see.
[04:06.95] Lately it occurs to me
[04:13.15] What a long, strange trip it's been.
[04:19.75]
[04:24.72] Truckin', I'm a goin' home.
[04:28.41] Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
[04:32.22] Back home, sit down and patch my bones,
[04:35.78] and get back truckin' on.
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