Текст песни Truckin' - Demo - Grateful Dead

"Truckin'"

New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
And just won't let you be

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin'
Out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin', like the doodah man
Once told me, "You've got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay 'em down"

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost all her sparkle, and you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds and vitamin C and cocaine
All that her friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame"

Truckin', up to Buffalo
Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go
Just keep truckin' in on

Sittin' and starin' 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, well, I guess you're gonna come in

Busted, down on Bourbon Street
Set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
They just won't let you be

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin' and you'd like to settle down
Guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
Get out of the door and strike out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

Truckin', I'ma goin' home
Whoa, whoa, baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on
Woo
Get back truckin' on