About the Song
The Grateful Deadâs âTruckin’â is a classic rock anthem that has become synonymous with the bandâs free-spirited ethos. Released in 1970 on their album âAmerican Beauty,â the song is a celebration of life on the road and the pursuit of freedom.
The songâs lyrics paint a vivid picture of a nomadic lifestyle, filled with adventures and unexpected encounters. The band sings about traveling from city to city, meeting new people, and embracing the uncertainty of the open road. The phrase âtruckinâ down the highwayâ has become a cultural touchstone, representing the desire for adventure and escape.
Musically, âTruckin’â is a driving and energetic rock song, featuring Jerry Garciaâs distinctive lead guitar playing and the rhythm sectionâs steady groove. The songâs upbeat tempo and catchy melody make it a perfect anthem for dancing and celebrating.
âTruckin’â has become a staple of the Grateful Deadâs live performances, often featuring extended jams and improvisations. The songâs open-ended structure allows the band to explore different musical territories and create unique experiences for their fans.
The Grateful Deadâs âTruckin’â is more than just a song; itâs a cultural touchstone that embodies the spirit of freedom, adventure, and community. The songâs enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless message and the bandâs enduring legacy.
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Lyrics: Truckinâ
Truckinâ, got my chips cashed in
Keep truckinâ, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line
Just keep truckinâ on
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and itâs all on 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 Yorkâs got the ways and means
But just wonât let you be, oh no
Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love
Most of the time theyâre sittinâ and cryinâ at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goinâ
Out of the door and down to the street all alone
Truckinâ, like the do-dah man
Once told me âYouâve got to play your handâ
Sometimes your cards ainât worth a dime
If you donât layâem down
Sometimes the lightâs all shininâ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip itâs been
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isnât the same
Livinâ on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is âAinât it a shameâ
Truckinâ, up to Buffalo
Been thinkinâ, you got to mellow slow
Takes time to pick a place to go
And just keep truckinâ on
Sittinâ and starinâ out of the hotel window
Got a tip theyâre gonna kick the door in again
Iâd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess youâre gonna come in
Busted, down on Bourbon Street
Set up, like a bowlinâ pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearinâ thin
They just wonât let you be, oh no
Youâre sick of hanginâ around and youâd like to travel
Get tired of travelinâ and you want to settle down
I guess they canât revoke your soul for tryinâ
Get out of the door and light out and look all around
Sometimes the lightâs all shininâ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip itâs been
Truckinâ, Iâm a goinâ home
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckinâ on
Hey now get back truckinâ home
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