Truckin'

(álbum: In Others' Words - 2003)

Trucking got my chips cashed in
Keep Trucking like the doodah man
Together more or less in line
Just keep trucking on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit, it's all the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hanging it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas got a soft machine
Houston too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let you be

Most of the cats you meet on the street speak of True Love
Most of the time they're sitting and crying at home
One of these days they know they gotta get going
Out of the door and down to the street all alone

Trucking like the doodah man
Once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes the cards ain't worth a damn
If you don't lay 'em down

Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been

Hey, what in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame"

Trucking up to Buffalo
Been thinking you got to mellow slow
Take time you pick a place to go
And just keep trucking on

Sitting and staring out of a hotel window
Got a tip they're kicking the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

Busted down on Bourbon Street
Set up like a bowling pin
Knocked down it gets to wearing thin
They just won't let you be

You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of traveling, you'd like to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door light out and look all around

Sometimes, the light's all shining on me
Other times, I can barely see
Lately, it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

Trucking I'm a-going home
Whoa oh, baby, back where I belong
Back home sit down and patch my bones
And get back trucking on