Truckin’

Truckin’
The Grateful Dead

Truckin’ got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin’, like the doo-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 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 better get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin’, like the doo-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 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?”

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 gets 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 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’ home.

One response to “Truckin’

  1. Pingback: What a long, strange trip it’s been « Lyrical Wisdom

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