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Intro :
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; 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 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 bowling pin.
Knocked down it get's to wearin'thin. They just 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 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'home.
(moins de barrés)