| Truckin', got my chips cashed in
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| Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
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| Together, more or less in line
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| 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;
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| Houston, too close to New Orleans;
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| New York’s got the ways and means
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| But just won’t let you be, oh no
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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 to the street all alone
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| Truckin', like the do-dah man
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| Once told me «You've got to play your hand»
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| Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime
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| 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
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| Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
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| Takes time to pick a place to go
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| 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
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| Set up, like a bowlin' pin
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| Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
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| They just won’t let you be, oh no
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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
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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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| Truckin', I’m a goin' home
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| Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
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| Back home, sit down and patch my bones
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| And get back truckin' on
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| Hey now get back truckin' home |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Truckin', artist - Grateful Dead. Album song UIC Pavillion, Chicago, April 11th 1987, in the genre Иностранный рок