| Truckin' - got my chips cashed in
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| Keep Truckin' - like the doodah 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, it’s all the same street
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| Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
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| Hangin' 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 — got the ways and means
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| But just won’t let you be
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| Most of the cats you meet on the street 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 doodah man
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| Once told me you got to play your hand
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| Sometimes — the cards ain’t worth a damn
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| If you don’t lay 'em down
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| Sometimes the light’s all shining 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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| Hey, 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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| Living 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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| Take time — you pick a place to go
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| And just keep truckin' on
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| Sitting and staring out of a hotel window
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| Got a tip they’re kicking 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 bowling pin
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| Knocked down — it gets to wearing thin
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| They just won’t let you be
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| You’re sick of hanging around and you’d like to travel
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| Get tired of traveling, you’d like to settle down
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| I guess they can’t revoke your soul for trying
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| Get out of the door — light out and look all around
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| Sometimes, the light’s all shining 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 — oh, 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 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Truckin' (1), artist - Grateful Dead. Album song Complete Road Trips, in the genre Иностранный рок