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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dwight Yoakam
Dwight Yoakam
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Songwriter
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Songwriter
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Songwriter
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Truckin', got my chips cashed in
Looking like the doodah man
Together, more or less in line
Just keep truckin' on
[Verse 2]
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit, it's all the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
[Verse 3]
Dallas, got a soft machine
Houston, to close to New Orleans
New York, got the ways and means
But just won't let you be
[Verse 4]
And most of the cats that you meet on the street
Speak of true love
Even most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' alone
One of these days they know they gotta get goin'
Get out of the door and down to the street all alone
[Verse 5]
Truckin', like the doodah man
Once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes the cards ain't worth a damn
If you don't lay 'em down
[Verse 6]
Sometimes the lights all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me, yeah, eeh, yeah
What a long strange trip it's been
[Verse 7]
Hey, 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"
[Verse 8]
Truckin', like the doodah man
Been thinkin' about goin' home
Lookin' for the  place to go
Just want something to keep on
[Verse 9]
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip, they're kickin' the door in again
I'd like to set some sleep before I travel
But if ya'll got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in
[Verse 10]
Busted, down on Bourbon street
Set up like a bowling pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
They just won't let you be
[Verse 11]
Hey, sittin' and hanging around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of traveling, you'd like to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door, lie down and look all around
[Verse 12]
Sometimes the lights all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me, yeah, yeah
What a long strange trip it's been
[Verse 13]
Truckin', I'm a-goin' home
Whoa, oh, baby, back where I belong
Black home, sit down and pack my bones
Get back truckin' on
Written by: Bob Weir, Jerry Garcia, Phil Lesh, Robert Hunter
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