Truckin’ lyrics

Artist  : Grateful dead 
Song : Truckin’
 
Truckin’ got my chips cashed in. keep truckin’,
like the do-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 cast 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 do-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 get’s 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.