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Truckin'
The Grateful Dead
Words by Robert Hunter
     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 it's all on 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 you meet on the street 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 of the door and down to the street all alone

     Truckin - like the doodah man
     once told me you got to play your hand
     sometime - the cards ain't worth a dime
     if you don't lay em down

     Sometimes the light's 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, 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

     Sitting and staring out of a hotel window 
     Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
     I'd 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 - it gets to wearing thin
     They just won't let you be

     You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel
     Tired of travel, 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 light's 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 goin home
     Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong
     Back home - sit down and patch my bones
     and get back Truckin on




Lyrics posted with permission of Ice Nine Publishing

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