Truckin' Lyrics - American Beauty - Grateful Dead

Truckin' got my chips cashed in 

Keep truckin', like the do-dah man 

Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on 

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street 

Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street 

Your typical city involved in a typical daydream 

Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings 

Dallas, got a soft machine Houston, too close to New Orleans 

New York's got the ways and means and just won't let you be 

Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love 

Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home 

One of these days they know they better get goin' 

Out of the door and down on the streets all alone 

Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me you've got to play your hand 

Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down 

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me 

Other times I can barely see 

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been 

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? 

She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same 

Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, 

All a friend can say is ain't it a shame? 

Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow 

Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on 

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window 

Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again 

I'd like to get some sleep before I travel 

But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in 

Busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up, like a bowlin' pin 

Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be 

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel 

Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down 

I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin' 

Get out of the door and light out and look all around 

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me 

Other times I can barely see 

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been 

Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong 

Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on