Intro
| E7 |
| E |
| Truckin’ got my chips cashed in |
| A | |
| Keep t | ruckin’, like the do-dah man |
| B | |
| Tog | ether, more or less in line |
| A | E7 | |
| J | ust keep truckin’ on |
| E7 |
| E7 |
| Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street |
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| Chi | cago, New York, Detroit and it’s all on he same street |
| E7 | |
| Your t | ypical city involved in a typical daydream |
| E7 |
| Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings |
| E |
| Dallas, got a soft machine |
| A |
| Houston, too close to New Orleans |
| B |
| New York’s got the ways and means |
| A | E7 | |
| But j | ust won’t let you be |
| E7 |
| E7 |
| Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love |
| E7 |
| Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home |
| E7 |
| One of these days they know they gotta get goin’ |
| E7 |
| Out of the door and down on the street all alone |
| E |
| Truckin’, like the do-dah man |
| A |
| Once told me you got to play your hand |
| B |
| Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime |
| A | E7 |
| If you don’t lay ‘em down |
| E7 |
Bridge
| A | G | D/F# | A |
| Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me | → | → |
| A | D | A | G | D/F# | A |
| Other times I can bar | ely s | ee | → | → |
| D | Bm | F# |
| Lately it oc | curs to | me |
| Amaj7 | E7 | |
| What a | long, strange trip it’s been |
| E7 |
| E7 |
| What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? |
| E7 |
| She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same |
| E7 |
| Livin’ on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine |
| E7 |
| All a friend can say is ain’t it a shame? |
| E |
| Truckin’, up to Buffalo |
| A | |
| Been | thinkin’, you got to mellow slow |
| B |
| Takes time, to pick a place to go |
| A | E7 | |
| And j | ust keep truckin’ on |
| E7 |
| E7 |
| Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window |
| E7 |
| Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again |
| E7 | |
| I’d l | ike to get some sleep before I travel |
| E7 | |
| But if y | ou got a warrant, I guess you’re gonna come in |
| E |
| Busted, down on Bourbon Street |
| A |
| Set up, like a bowlin’ pin |
| B |
| Knocked down, it gets to wearin’ thin |
| A | E7 | |
| They j | ust won’t let you be |
| E7 |
| E7 |
| You’re sick of hangin’ around and you’d like to travel |
| E7 |
| Get tired of travelin’ and you want to settle down |
| E7 | |
| I g | uess they can’t revoke your soul for tryin’ |
| E7 |
| Get out of the door and light out and look all around |
Bridge
| A | G | D/F# | A |
| Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me | → | → |
| A | D | A | G | D/F# | A |
| Other times I can bar | ely s | ee | → | → |
| D | Bm | F# |
| Lately it oc | curs to | me |
| Amaj7 | E7 | |
| What a | long, strange trip it’s been |
| E7 |
| E |
| Truckin’, I’m a goin’ home |
| A |
| Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong |
| B |
| Back home, sit down and patch my bones |
| A | E7 | |
| And | get back truckin’ on |
| E7 |