Truckin'
Grateful Dead
ETruckin' got my chips cashed in. AKeep truckin', like the do-dah man
HTogether, more or less in line, Ajust keep truckin' on.E
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EArrows of neon and E7flashing marquees out on EMain Street.E7
EChicago, New York, DetE7roit and it's all on Ethe same street.E7
EYour typical city E7involved in a typical daydEreamE7
EHang it up E7and see what tomorrow brinEgs.E7
EDallas, got a soft machine; AHouston, too close to New Orleans;
HNew York's got the ways and means; Abut just won't let you be.E
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EMost of the cats that E7you meet on the streets speak of Etrue love,E7
EMost of the time they're E7sittin' and cryin' at Ehome.E7
EOne of these days they E7know they gotta get goinE'E7
EOut of the door and E7down on the streets all Ealone.E7
ETruckin', like the do-dah man. AOnce told me "You've got to play your hand"
HSometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, Aif you don't lay 'em down,E
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ASometimes the light's all shinin' on me;AGD/F#A
AOther times I can barDely seeAGD/F#A
DLately it Hmoccurs to F#meF#sus4F#
what a Amaj7long, strange trip it's Ebeen.
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EWhat in the world ever E7became of Esweet Jane?E7
EShe lost her sparkle, E7you know she isn't the samEeE7
ELivin' on reds, vitamiE7n C, and cocainEe,E7
EAll a friend can say E7is "Ain't it a shaEme?"E7
ETruckin', up to Buffalo. Been Athinkin', you got to mellow slow
HTakes time, to pick a place to go, Aand just keep truckin' on.E
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ESittin' and starin' E7out of the hotel Ewindow.E7
EGot a tip they're gonna E7kick the door in EagainE7
EI'd like to get some sleE7ep before I Etravel,E7
EBut if you got a warraE7nt, I guess Eyou're gonna E7come in.
EBusted, down on Bourbon Street, ASet up, like a bowlin' pin.
HKnocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. AThey just won't let you be.E
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EYou're sick of hangin' E7around and you'd like to traveEl;E7
EGet tired of travelin' and E7you want to settle down.EE7
EI guess they can't revE7oke your soul for tryEin',E7
EGet out of the door E7and light out and look Eall around.E7
ASometimes the light's all shinin' on me;AGD/F#A
AOther times I can barDely seeAGD/F#A
DLately it Hmoccurs to F#meF#sus4F#
what a Amaj7long, strange trip it's Ebeen.
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ETruckin', I'm a goin' home. AWhoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
HBack home, sit down and patch my bones, Aand get back truckin' onE.
E(E7repeat until fade out)
Woah now get back truckin' on