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(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 |
