Truckin' - Grateful Dead.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Bob Weir/Jerry Garcia/Phil Lesh/Robert Hunter
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bob Weir/Jerry Garcia/Phil Lesh/Robert Hunter
[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.
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.
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[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,
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[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.
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[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 *******,
[02:34.72]All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
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[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.
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[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.
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[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
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.
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