Truckin Grateful Dead
Bsus4: x2445x Amaj7: x02120
[E]Truckin' got my chips cashed in, keep [A]truckin' like the doo-dah man
[B]together more or less in line [A]just keep truckin' on[E].
[E]Arrow of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
[E]Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all the same street
[E]Your typical city involved in a typical day dream
[E]hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
[E]Dallas got a soft machine,[A] Houston too close to New Orleans
[B]New York got the ways and means[A] just won't let you be [E]
[E]Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love.
[E]Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
[E]One of these days they know they gotta get goin'
[E]out of the door and down to the street all alone.
[E]Truckin like the doo-dah man[A] once told me "You got to play your hand
[B]Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime [A] if you don't lay 'em down.[E]
[A]Sometimes the lights all [D]shinin' on [A]me [G] [D] [A],
[A]other times I can [D]barely [A]see [G] [D] [A].
[D]Lately it oc-[B]curs to [F#]me,
what a [Amaj7]long strange trip it's [E]been.
[E]What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
[E]She lost her sparkle 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."
[E]Truckin' up to Buffalo, been [A]thinkin' you got to mellow slow.
[B]Takes time, you pick a place to go, [A]just keep trukin' on[E].
[E]Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window,
[E]got a tip they're gona kick the door in again.
[E]I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
[E]but if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in.
[E]Busted down on Bourbon Street.[A] Set up like a bowlin' pin.
[B]Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin, [A] they just won't let you be.[E]
[E]You're sick of hangin' around, and you'd like to travel.
[E]Get tired of travelin', you wanna settle down.
[E]I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin
[E]get out of the door, light out and look all around.
[A]Sometimes the lights all [D]shinin' on [A]me [G] [D] [A],
[A]other times I can [D]barely [A]see [G] [D] [A].
[D]Lately it oc-[B]curs to [F#]me,
what a [Amaj7]long strange trip it's [E]been.
[E]Truckin; I'm a-goin' home,[A] whoa, whoa, baby back where I belong.
[B]Back home, sit down and patch my bones and[A] get back truckin' on.[E]
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