Truckin' (Live at Paramount Northwest Theatre, Seattle, WA, July 21, 1972)-Grateful Dead

[ti:Truckin'] [ar:Grateful Dead] [al:] [00:12.45]Truckin' got my chips cashed in. [00:15.90]Keep truckin', like the do-dah man [00:20.07]Together, more or less in line, [00:23.97]Just keep truckin' on. [00:28.88] [00:35.76]Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. [00:39.50]Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. [00:43.38]Your typical city involved in a typical daydream [00:47.38]Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. [00:49.78] [00:51.29]Dallas, got a soft machine; [00:55.01]Houston, too close to New Orleans; [00:58.83]New York's got the ways and means; [01:02.67]But just won't let you be, oh no. [01:07.57] [01:14.21]Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, [01:17.85]Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. [01:21.70]One of these days they know they better get goin' [01:25.54]Out of the door and down on the streets all alone. [01:28.34] [01:29.39]Truckin', like the do-dah man. [01:33.19]Once told me "You've got to play your hand" [01:36.98]Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, [01:40.79]If you don't lay'em down, [01:45.06] [01:52.22]Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; [01:59.02]Other times I can barely see. [02:05.58]Lately it occurs to me [02:11.80]What a long, strange trip it's been. [02:17.95] [02:23.63]What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? [02:27.09]She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same [02:30.88]Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and coc*ine, [02:34.72]All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?" [02:37.91] [02:38.73]Truckin', up to Buffalo. [02:42.15]Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow [02:46.00]Takes time, you pick a place to go, [02:49.79]And just keep truckin' on. [02:54.21] [03:01.16]Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. [03:05.02]Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again [03:08.50]I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, [03:12.33]But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. [03:15.42] [03:16.43]Busted, down on Bourbon Street, [03:19.95]Set up, like a bowlin' pin. [03:23.79]Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. [03:27.44]They just won't let you be [03:32.16] [03:38.79]You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; [03:42.53]Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. [03:46.19]I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', [03:49.94]Get out of the door and light out and look all around. [03:52.95] [03:53.85]Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; [04:00.37]Other times I can barely see. [04:06.95]Lately it occurs to me [04:13.15]What a long, strange trip it's been. [04:19.75] [04:24.72]Truckin', I'm a goin' home. [04:28.41]Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, [04:32.22]Back home, sit down and patch my bones, [04:35.78]And get back truckin' on. [04:41.27]