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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 just keep truckin' onArrows 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 bringsDallas, 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, oh noMost of the cats that 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 better be goin' |
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Out of the door and down on the street all aloneTruckin', 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 downSometimes 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 beenWhat 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?"Truckin', up to Buffalo |
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I been thinkin', you got to mellow slow |
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It takes time, you pick a place to go |
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And just keep truckin' onSittin' 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 inBusted, 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, noYou'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 aroundSometimes 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 beenTruckin', 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' onBeen there get back truckin' on |
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Been there get back truckin' on |
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Been there get back truckin' onGet back truckin' on |
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Get back truckin' on |
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Get back truckin' on |
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Been there get back truckin' on |
