Truckin chords

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Truckin', got my chips carried in, A keep _ truckin', like the two dumb men B _ together, all the rest in line, A just keep truckin' on.
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_ _ _ _ _ Arrows of me and a flash in my teeth of a name street, _ Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street, _ the typical city involved in a typical daydream, _ _ hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
_ _ _ Dallas, got a soft machine, A _ Houston, too close to New Orleans, B New York, got the ways and A means and just won't let you _ leave.
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_ _ _ _ _ Most of the crap that you meet on the streets speak of true love, _ most of the time C#m they're sittin' in E crying and home, _ one of these days they know they gotta get going, _ out of that door and down to the street all alone.
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Truckin', like the two dumb A men, once told me you got to play your B hand, sometimes because you're worth a dime, A and if you don't play your best, _ E well, _ _ .
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_ _ _ F#m _ E _ A sometimes the light's all shinin' on G me, _ F# _ .
_ A _ _ other times D I can barely A _ _ G see.
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_ D _ _ Lately it Bm occurs F# to _ me, B _ F# _ _ A what a _ _ _ long, strange trip E it's been.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ What in the world ever became of sweet Jane, she lost her sparkle, 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.
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Truckin', bumpin', bumpin', A movin' again, you got the mellow A# soul, B it takes time to pick a place to A go, just keep truckin' D home, A _ home.
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_ _ _ _ I like to get some sleep before I travel, _ but if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.
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Busted down on Bourbon Street, A set up like a pony F#m pin, B knock down, it gets to where it Bm ends, A it just won't let you be.
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_ _ _ _ C#m You're sick of hangin' around, E you like to travel, _ you're tired of travelin', you wanna settle down, _ I guess I can't revoke your soft chime, _ get C#m out of the E car, light a look F around.
G _ G# _ A Sometimes the light's all shinin' on G me, F#m _ _ A _ .
_ other times I can Bm A barely _ Em _ F# see.
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Lately it Bm occurs F# to _ _ B me, _ F# _ A what a _ _ long, strange E trip it's _ _ _ been.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Truckin', I'm goin' _ home, A whoa, baby, back where I belong, B back home, sit down and patch my A bones, yeah, back truckin', home, E home, home, home.
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