Truckin


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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' on.
 
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Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
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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 be.
 
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Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
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Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
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One of these days they know they gotta get goin'
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Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
 


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Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
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Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay 'em down, 
 
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Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
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Other times I can barely see
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Lately it occurs to me 
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what a long, strange trip it's been.
 
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What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
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She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
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Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
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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' on.
 
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Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
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Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
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I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
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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 be.
 
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You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
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Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
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I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
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Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
 

A                                          A G D/F# A  
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
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Other times I can barely see
D           Bm      F#  F#sus F#
Lately it occurs to me 
        A5                     E
what a long, strange trip it's been.
 
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Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
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Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
 
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Whoah now get back truckin' on.......