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Truckin', got my chips cashed in

Keep truckin', like the do-dah man

Together, more or less online

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 got the ways and means

But just won't let you be

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

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

One of these days they know they better be goin'

Out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin', like the do-dah man

Once told me, 'You've got to play your hand'

Sometimes the 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

It 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 gets 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', 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

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