Dwight Yoakam - Truckin' Lyrics
(j. garcia, b. weir, p. lesh, r. hunter)Truckin - got my chips cashed inKeep truckin - like the doodah manTogether - more or less in lineJust keep truckin onArrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main streetChicago, new york, detroit, its all the same streetYour typical city involved in a typical daydreamHang it up and see what tomorrow bringsDallas - got a soft machineHouston - too close to new orleansNew york - got the ways and meansBut just wont let you beMost of the cats you meet on the street speak of true loveMost of the time theyre sittin and cryin at homeOne of these days they know they gotta get goinOut of the door and down to the street all aloneTruckin - like the doodah manOnce told me you got to play your handSometimes - the cards aint worth a damnIf you dont lay em downSometimes the lights all shining on meOther times I can barely seeLately it occurs to meWhat a long strange trip its beenHey, what in the world ever became of sweet jane?She lost her sparkle, you know she isnt the sameLiving on reds, vitamin c and cocaineAll a friend can say is aint it a shameTruckin - up to buffaloBeen thinkin - you got to mellow slowTake time - you pick a place to goAnd just keep truckin onSitting and staring out of a hotel windowGot a tip theyre kicking the door in againId like to get some sleep before I travelBut if you got a warrant I guess youre gonna come inBusted - down on bourbon streetSet up - like a bowling pinKnocked down - it gets to wearing thinThey just wont let you beYoure sick of hanging around and youd like to travelGet tired of traveling, youd like to settle downI guess they cant revoke your soul for tryingGet out of the door - light out and look all aroundSometimes the lights all shining on meOther times I can barely seeLately it occurs to meWhat a long strange trip its beenTruckin - Im a goin homeWhoa - oh, baby, back where I belongBack home - sit down and patch my bonesAnd get back truckin on
