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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Electric Guitar
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Bass Guitar
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Ron McKernan
Ron McKernan
Vocals
Howard Wales
Howard Wales
Organ
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Songwriter
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Songwriter
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Songwriter
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Producer
Stephen Barncard
Stephen Barncard
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Truckin', got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like the doodah man
Together, more or less in line
Just keep truckin' on
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they're sitting and crying at home
One of these days they know they gotta get going
Out of the door and into the street all alone
[Chorus]
Truckin' like the doodah man
Once told me, "You got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay 'em down"
[Bridge]
Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been
[Verse 3]
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
All a friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame"
[Chorus]
Truckin' up to Buffalo
Been thinking you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on
[Verse 4]
Sitting and staring 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
[Chorus]
Busted down on Bourbon Street
Set up like a bowling pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearing thin
They just won't let you be
[Verse 5]
You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of traveling, you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door, light out and look all around
[Bridge]
Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Bob Weir, Jerry Garcia, Phil Lesh, Robert Hunter
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