(J. Garcia, B. Weir, P. Lesh, R. Hunter)      Truckin' - got my chips cashed in   Keep Truckin' - like the doodah 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, it's all the same street   Your typical city involved in a typical daydream   Hangin' 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 sittin' and cryin' at home   One of these days they know they gotta get goin'   Out of the door and down to the street all alone      Truckin' - 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"      Truckin' - up to Buffalo   Been thinkin' - you got to mellow slow   Take time - you pick a place to go   And just keep truckin' 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      Truckin' - I'm a goin' home   Whoa - oh, baby, back where I belong   Back home - sit down and patch my bones   And get back truckin' on.      --- Instrumental to fade ---