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Grateful Dead - Truckin`

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Truckin` got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin`, like the do-dah 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 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`s got the ways and means; but just won`t let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast 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 better get goin`
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin`, like the do-dah man. Once told me "You`ve got to 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 occurres 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
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
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 bowlin` pin.
Knocked down, it get`s to wearin` thin. They just won`t let you be, oh no.

You`re sick of hangin` around 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 light out and look all around.

Sometimes the light`s all shinin` on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurres 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 get back truckin` on.
Hey now get back truckin` home.

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