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Song «Truckin'» von Grateful Dead.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1970 11 01 (Album), 1971 01 20 (Single), 1970 09 (Rec.)
Label: Warner Bros. WS 1893, Warner Bros. 7464
Songwriter Jerry Garcia & Robert Hunter & Phil Lesh & Bob Weir
Produktion: Jerry Garcia & Mickey Hart & Robert hunter & Bill Kreutzmann & Phil Lesh & Ron McKernan & Bob Weir
Genre: Rock - Psychedelicrock - Psychedelicfolkrock

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Grateful Dead
Jerry Garcia
Robert Hunter
Phil Lesh
Bob Weir
Jerry Garcia
Mickey Hart
Robert hunter
Bill Kreutzmann
Phil Lesh
Ron McKernan
Bob Weir

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Truckin', got my chips cashed in Keep truckin', like the do-dah man Together, more or less in line Just keep truckin' on 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 Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means But just won't let you be, oh no Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home One of these days they know they better get goin' Out of the door and down on the streets all alone Truckin', like the do-dah 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 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" Truckin', up to Buffalo Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow Takes time to pick a place to go And just keep truckin' 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, I guess you're gonna come in Busted, down on Bourbon Street Set up, like a bowlin' pin Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin They just won't let you be, oh no You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin' Get out of the door and light 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'm a goin' home Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong Back home, sit down and patch my bones And get back truckin' on Hey now get back truckin' home