Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Truckin', artist - Dwight Yoakam. Album song La Croix D'amour, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 11.06.2007
Record label: Rhino, Warner
Song language: English
Truckin' |
Truckin' - got my chips cashed in |
Keep Truckin' - like the doodah 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, it’s all the same street |
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream |
Hangin' it up and see what tomorrow brings |
Dallas — got a soft machine |
Houston — too close to New Orleans |
New York — got the ways and means |
But just won’t let you be |
Most of the cats you meet on the street speak of True Love |
Most of the time they’re sittin' and cryin' at home |
One of these days they know they gotta get goin' |
Out of the door and down to the street all alone |
Truckin' - like the doodah man |
Once told me you got to play your hand |
Sometimes — the cards ain’t worth a damn |
If you don’t lay 'em down |
Sometimes the light’s all shining on me |
Other times I can barely see |
Lately it occurs to me |
What a long strange trip it’s been |
Hey, 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» |
Truckin' - up to Buffalo |
Been thinkin' - you got to mellow slow |
Take time — you pick a place to go |
And just keep truckin' on |
Sitting and staring out of a hotel window |
Got a tip they’re kicking 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 bowling pin |
Knocked down — it gets to wearing thin |
They just won’t let you be |
You’re sick of hanging around and you’d like to travel |
Get tired of traveling, you’d like to settle down |
I guess they can’t revoke your soul for trying |
Get out of the door — light out and look all around |
Sometimes, the light’s all shining 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 — oh, baby, back where I belong |
Back home — sit down and patch my bones |
And get back truckin' on |