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 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 got the ways and means
But just won’t let you be

Most of the cats that 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 into the street all alone

Truckin’ like the doodah man
Once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes the cards ain’t worth it to have
If you don’t lay ’em down

Sometimes the lights all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane,
She lost her spot, you know she isn’t the same.
Livin’ 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.
Takes time -you pick a place to go
Just keep truckin’ on

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,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you’re gonna come in.

Busted -down on Bourbon Street,
Set up-like a bowlin’ pin.
Knocked down -it gets to wearin’ thin,
They just won’t let you be.

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’,
Get out of the door, light out and look all around.

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ 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, whoa baby, back where I belong.
Back home -sit down and patch my bones,
And get back truckin’ on.