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(j. garcia, b. weir, p. lesh, r. 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 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
Sometimes - the cards ain't worth a damn
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
Hey, 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
Take 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 kicking 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
Get tired of traveling, you'd like 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 a goin' home
Whoa - oh, baby, back where i belong
Back home - sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on
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