Truckin'
Key: EEnglish
Intro
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Chorus
ETruckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep Atruckin', like the do-dah man
ToBgether, more or less in line, Ajust keep truckin' on. E
Verse
EArrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
EChicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
EYour typical city involved in a typical daydream
EHang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
Chorus
EDallas, got a soft machine; AHouston, too close to New Orleans;
BNew York's got the ways and means; but Ajust won't let you be. E
Verse
EMost of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
EMost of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
EOne of these days they know they gotta get goin'
EOut of the door and down on the streets all alone.
Chorus
ETruckin', like the do-dah man. AOnce told me "You got to play your hand"
BSometimes.. your cards ain't worth a damn, if Ayou don't lay'em down, E
Bridge
ASometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
G D A
AOther times I can Dbarely Asee.
G D A
DLately it ocBcurs to F#me
What a Amaj7long, strange trip it's Ebeen.
Verse
EWhat in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
EShe lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
ELivin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
EAll a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
Chorus
ETruckin', up to Buffalo. Been Athinkin', you got to mellow slow
BTakes time... you pick a place to go, and Ajust keep truckin' on. E
Verse
ESittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
EGot a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
EI'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
EBut if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.
Chorus
EBusted, down on Bourbon Street, ASet up, like a bowling pin.
BKnocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They Ajust won't let you be. E
Verse
EYou're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel;
EGet tired of traveling and you want to settle down.
EI guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
EGet out of the door and light out and look all around.
Bridge
ASometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
G D A
AOther times I can Dbarely Asee.
G D A
DLately it ocBcurs to F#me
What a Amaj7long strange trip it's Ebeen.
Chorus
ETruckin', I'm a goin' home, AWhoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
BBack home.. sit down and patch my bones, and Aget back truckin' home. E