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Truckin’ Lyrics By Grateful Dead

    truckin’ got my chips cashed in
    keep truckin’ like the dodah 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 cats 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 gotta get goin’
    out of the door and down to the street all alone

    truckin’ like the dodah 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 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 vitamin c and cocaine
    all a friend can say is ain’t it a shame

    4
    truckin’ up to buffalo
    been thinkin’ you got to mellow slow
    takes time to pick a place to go
    and just keep truckin’ on

    4
    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

    5
    busted down on bourbon street
    set up like a bowlin’ pin
    knocked down it gets to wearin’ thin
    they just won’t let you be oh no

    5
    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 occurs to me
    what a long strange trip it’s been

    6
    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

    Artist: Grateful Dead

    Year: 1971

    Decade: 70s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 215