TITLE = Truckin'
CATEGORY = Country
ARTIST=Grateful Dead
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Truckin, got my chips cashed in     
     A
Keep truckin, like the do-dah man
B                                   
Together, more or less in line      
A                 E
Just keep truckin on and on
E
Bells and me and I'm flashing 
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my keys out on main street
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Chicago New York Detroit and it's 
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all on the same street
E
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     
A
Houston too close to New Orleans
B                                   
New York got the ways and means     
A                       E
they just won't let you be
E
Most of the cats that you meet on the street 
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speak of true love
E
Most of the time they're sitting and 
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crying at home
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One of these days they know they 
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gotta get going
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Out of the door and down on the 
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street all alone
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Truckin like the doo-dah man        
A
Once told me you got to play your hand
B                                         
Sometimes the cards ain't woth it to have,
A                    E
If you don't lay 'em down
A                                     G  D 
Sometimes the lights all shining on me     
A
Other times I can barely see
F#m                                        
Lately it occurs to me                     
       A                      E
What a long strange trip it's been
E
What in the world ever 

became of sweet Jane
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She's lost her spot well you know she 

isn't the same
E
Livin on reds vitamin C and cocaine
E
All a friend can say is ain't it a shame
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Truckin up to Buffalo               
A
Can
Can't make it you got to mellow slow
B                                    
Takes time you pick a place to go    
A                     E
And just keep truckin on and on
E
Sitting and staring out of the hotel window
E
Gotta take they're gonna kick the door in again
E
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 Bourban street       
A
Set up like a bowling pin
B                                      
Knocked down it gets to wearing thin   
     A                  E
They just won't let you be
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You're sick of hanging around you like to travel
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Get tired of traveling you want to settle down
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I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
E
Get out of the door light out and look all around
A                                    G  D  
Sometimes the lights all shining on me     
A
Other times I can barely see
F#m                                        
Lately it occurs to me                     
       A                      E
What a long strange trip it's been
E                                   
Truckin I'm a going home            
A
Woa woa baby back where I belong
B                                      
Back home sit down and patch my bones  
    A                       E
And get back truckin on and on