Musica de The Grateful Dead del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de The Grateful Dead tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para
[Chorus 1]
Truckin', got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line
Just keep truckin' on
[Verse 1]
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Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
[Chorus 2]
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, oh no
[Verse 2]
Most of the cats you meet on the streets speak of true love
And most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
And one of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the street all alone
[Chorus 3]
Truckin', like the do-dah man
Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
And sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay 'em down, oh no
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 3]
Now what in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She's lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, and vitamin C, and cocaine
All her friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame?"
[Chorus 4]
Truckin', up to Buffalo
I've been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
It takes time to pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on
[Verse 4]
Now sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
Well, I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in
[Chorus 5]
Busted, down on Bourbon Street
Set up, like a bowling pin
You're knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
They just won't let you be, oh no
[Verse 5]
You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
Get out of the door and light out and look all around
[Bridge]
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, that's right
[Outro]
Truckin', I'ma goin' home
Whoa whoa, baby, back where I belong
We're back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on
Hey now, get back truckin' on
Hey now, get back truckin' on
Hey now, get back truckin' on
Ow, get back truckin' on
Hey, get back truckin' on
Ah now, get back truckin' on
Ah, get back truckin' on
[Instrumental Outro]