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Intro: E
E
Truckin got my chips cashed in
A
Keep truckin, like the do-dah-man
B
Together, more or less in line
A E
Just keep truckin on.
E
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.
E
Dallas, got a soft machine
A
Houston, too close to New Orleans
B
New York's got the ways and means
A E
But just won't let you be.
E
Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love
Most of the time they're sitting and crying at home
One of these days they know they better get going
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
E
Truckin', like the do-dah man
A
Once told me: 'You've got to play your hand!'
B
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
A E
If you don't lay'em down.
A G D/F# A
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
A D A G D/F# A
Other times I can barely see.
D Bm F# A5 E
Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been.
E
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
All a friend can say is 'Ain't it a shame?'
E
Truckin', up to Buffalo
A
Been thinking, you got to mellow slow
B
Takes time, you pick a place to go
A E
And just keep truckin' on.
E
Sitting and staring 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.
E
Busted, down on Bourbon Street
A
Set up, like a bowling pin
B
Knocked down, it get's to wearing thin
A E
They just won't let you be, oh no.
E
You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of traveling and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
A G D/F# A
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
A D A G D/F# A
Other times I can barely see.
D Bm F# A5 E
Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been.
E
Truckin', I'm going home
A
Whoh whoh baby, back where I belong
B
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
A E
And get back truckin' on.
Written by Garcia, Hunter, Lesh & Weir