(J. Garcia, B. Weir, P. Lesh, R. Hunter)
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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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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 - 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
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Truckin'
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Dwight Yoakam |