Truckin (Grateful Dead)

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

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees down on main street
Chicago, New York, Detroit, and it's on the same street
Your typical city involved in your 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
They just wont let you be

Most of the cats that 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 better be 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
Sometimes the cards ain't worth it to have
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 lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin on reds and vitamin C and procaine
All a friend can say, "It's a fuckin shame"

Truckin off 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 outta the hotel window
Got a tip they gonna kick the door again
Well, I like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I bet you're gonna come in

Busted down on Bourbon Street
Set up like a bowling pin
And knocked down, it gets to wearin thin
They just won't let you be

You sick of hangin around and you like to travel
Get tired of traveling and you wanna settle down
Well I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
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 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 get back truckin on
Hey now, get back truckin on
You better get back truckin on...