Sentient Cement Coverpile - Grateful Dead

Truckin - The Grateful Dead

/E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G (x4)
/E         E                               /F# /G# /A      A            A7
Truckin', got my chips cashed in, keep truckin', like the do-dah man
B                          B7              A                         A7
Together, more or less in line - just keep truckin' on
E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G (x4)
                 E                              E                                   E7 A E
Arrows of neon and flashin' marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
            E                          E                     A4 A
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
0/E       E                   /F# /G# /A      A                     A7
Dallas, got a soft machine . . . Houston, too close to New Orleans
B                             B7                            A                        A7
New York's got the ways and means they just won't let you be
E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G (x4)
                                      E                 E                                 E7 A E
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, baby they gotta get goin'
                 E                                E                    A4 A
Out of the door and down on the street all alone
0/E       E                          /F# /G# /A     A                                      A7
Truckin', like the do-dah man . . . once told me you got to play your hand
B                                                  B7    A                           A7
Sometimes the cards ain't worth a damn if you don't lay 'em down
E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G (x3) /E /F# /G /G#

{Refrain/A                A                A A/G A/G-F#-E-F# A
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
A                        D        A    A/G A/G-F#-E-F# A
Other times I can barely see
D              Bm      F#                   Amaj7                     /E
Lately it occurs to me . . . what a long, strange trip it's been
E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G/E (x4) }

                   E                  E                            E7 A E
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane
She's lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
       E                        E                    A4 A
All a friend can say is ain't it a shame
0/E                    E     /F# /G# /A      A               A7
Truckin', up to Buffalo, been thinkin' you got to mellow slow
    B                    B7                              A                        A7
It takes time, you pick a place to go and just keep truckin' on
E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G (x4)
                E                      E                   E7 A E
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
                        E                                 E                    A4 A
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in
0/E                       E            /F# /G# /A      A        A7
Busted, down on Bourbon Street . . set up, like a bowling pin
B                                     B7                     A                        A7
Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin, they just won't let you be
E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G (x4)
                     E                            E                          E7 A E
You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin', you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
                      E                               E                     /E /F /F# /G /G#
Get out of the door and light out and look all around

[REFRAIN]

/E       E                       /F# /G#   /A      A                                         A7
Truckin', yeah I'm a goin' home . whoa, whoa baby back where I belong
B                                     B7                           A                        A7 /E /E/A/B/D
Back home, sit down and patch my bones and get back truckin' on
E /E/A/B/D /D/B/A/G (x3) /E . . . E7

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Written by Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Robert Hunter / Grateful Dead.

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