[00:12.85]Truckin', got my chips cashed in
[00:16.45]Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
[00:20.40]Together, more or less in line
[00:24.70]Just keep truckin' on
[00:35.15]
[00:36.16]Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
[00:39.93]Chicago, New York, Detroit and its all the same street
[00:43.92]Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
[00:48.14]Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
[00:52.01]
[00:52.02]Dallas, got a soft machine
[00:55.85]Houston, too close to New Orleans
[00:59.86]New York's got the ways and means
[01:03.22]Just won't let you be
[01:14.81]
[01:14.82]What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
[01:18.81]She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same]
[01:22.50]Living on reds and vitamin C and ccocaine
[01:26.38]All her friends can say is Ain't it a shame
[01:29.95]
[01:29.96]Truckin', up to Buffalo
[01:33.89]Been thinking you got to mellow slow
[01:37.97]Takes time, you pick a place to go
[01:41.75]And just keep truckin' on
[01:53.01]
[01:53.02]You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel
[01:56.56]You tired of travelling you want to settle down
[02:00.08]I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
[02:04.39]You light out and look all around
[02:07.96]
[02:07.97]Sometimes the lights all shining on me
[02:14.85]Other times I can barely see
[02:21.53]Lately it occurres to me
[02:27.27]What a long strange trip it's been
[02:39.42]
[02:39.43]Truckin', I'm a going home
[02:43.23]Whoa, whoa, baby, back where I belong
[02:47.04]Back home, sit down and patch my bones
[02:50.69]And get back truckin' on

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 its all 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
Just won't let you be
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same]
Living on reds and vitamin C and ccocaine
All her friends can say is Ain't it a shame
Truckin', up to Buffalo
Been thinking you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on
You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel
You tired of travelling you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
You light out and look all around
Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurres to me
What a long strange trip it's been
Truckin', I'm a going home
Whoa, whoa, baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on