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Truckin‘,
got my chips cashed in, keep truckin’, like the do-dah man,
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together,
more or less in line, just keep truckin’ o……..n.
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1. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street,
E
Chicago, New York, Detroit,
and it’s all on the same street.
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Your typical city involved in
a typical daydream,
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hang
it up and see what tomorrow brings.
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Dallas got a Soft Machine,
Houston, too close to New Orleans,
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New York’s got the ways and
means, but just won’t let you b……e.
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2. Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
E
most
of the time they’re sitting and crying at home.
E
One of these days they know
they gotta get goin’,
E
out
of the door and down on the streets all alone.
E
Truckin’,
like the do-dah man
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once
told me “you’ve got to play your hand”,
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sometimes
your cards ain’t worth a dime,
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if
you don’t lay ‘em do….wn.
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+ Sometimes the lights all
shining on me,
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other
times I can barely see.
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Lately it occurs to me what a
long, strange trip it’s been.
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3. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane ?
E
She lost her sparkle, you
know, she isn’t the same.
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Livin’
on reds, vitamin C and cocaine,
E
all a
friend can say is “ain’t it a shame”.
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Truckin’,
up to Buffalo, been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow,
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takes
time to pick a place to go and just keep truckin’ o……n.
E
4. Sittin’ and starin’
out of the hotel window,
E
got a
trip they’re gonna kick the door in again.
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I’d like to get some sleep
before I travel,
E
but
if you got a warrant, I guess you’re gonna come in.
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Busted, down on Bourbon
Street, set up like a bowlin’ pin,
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knocked
down, it gets to wearin’ thin, they just won’t let
you b…..e.
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5. You’re sick of hangin’ around and you’d
like to travel,
E
get
tired of travelin’ and you want to settle down.
E
I guess they can’t revoke your
soul for tryin’,
E
get
out of the door and light out and look all around.
A
- G - D - A
+ Sometimes the lights all
shining on me,
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A - G - D - A
other
times I can barely see.
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F# A E ~ ~
Lately it occurs to me what a
long, strange trip it’s been.
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+ Truckin’. I’m a-going home, whoa whoa
baby, back where I belong,
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back
home, sit down and patch my bones,
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and
get back truckin’ o…….n. + E ~ ~ ….
(The Grateful Dead)