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Intro :  
 
 
  Truckin'got my chips cashed in. Keep t  ruckin', like the do-dah man
To  gether, 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; but   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 gotta get goin'
  Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
 
 
  Truckin', like the do-dah man.   Once told me "You got to play your hand"
  Sometimes.. your cards ain't worth a damn, if   you don't lay'em down  ,
 
 
  Sometimes the light's all shinin'on me;                 
  Other times I can   barely   see.                
  Lately it oc  curs 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 bowling pin.
  Knocked down, it get's to wearin'thin. They j  ust won't let you be.   
 
 
  You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel;
  Get tired of traveling 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 oc  curs to   me
What a   long strange trip it's   been.
 
 
  Truckin', I'm a goin'home, W  hoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
  Back home.. sit down and patch my bones, and   get back truckin'home.   

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