Chords for Grateful Dead - Truckin’ (Giants Stadium 6/17/91)

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_ it up and see what tomorrow brings.
The cattle, the saw machine, [A] Houston, New Boston, New [B] Orleans, New York,
that's the way it [A] feels, there's no place to [E] be, oh no. _
[Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] Most of the cats you meet on the street pick up true love.
[E] Most of the time they're [B] shipping the planet home.
[E] One of these days, they know they better be gone.
Out of the car and down in the street, oh no.
You're a man, [A] and what's your name?
You got to play your [B] hand, sometimes, because they're worth a kind.
[A] If you don't let them down.
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_ [E] _ _ _ [A] But now the lights are all shining on me.
_ Other times I'm barely [F#m] asleep, _ [D] thinking [Bm] of [F#] her sweet. _
_ [A] But all the stranger [E] it's been. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] What in the world ever make her miss me, Jim?
She lost her [B] sparkle, you know she didn't miss anything.
[E] [C#] Living her reds, you light them and see it poking.
[E] All my friends can see it's a fucking shame.
_ Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, [A] thinking, you got to build up [B] slow.
Takes time, bigger place [A] to go, just keep chucking.
Oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh. _
_ _ _ _ _ Sitting there staring out the hotel window,
I got a kick to the corner, the door to the back end.
Well, I'd like to get some sleep before I damn up.
But if you got a warrant, I [G] bet you're going to come in.
[E] Busted, down by the street, [A] staring up.
Black folded, yeah, [B] not count, against the weary thing.
[A] I just won't let [A] you be, [E] oh no. _ _
_ _ _ _ You're sick of hanging around like a devil.
You're tired of traveling, you want to settle down.
Well, I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying.
They don't get the world out of their bones.
[F#] _ Sometimes the lights are shining on me.
[F#m] _ _ But all the [D] time I can barely speak.
[A] We [D] ain't in [F#] a curse to be.
_ [A] _ Well, I'm [E] stretching with fear. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm going [A] home, home, home, home, home.
I'm going back where I [B] belong.
I got it wrong, I took out a match, my [A] lord.
I'm getting back, chucking, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh. _
[E] Get back, chucking, oh.
Get back, chucking, oh.
Get back, chucking, oh.
Get back, chucking, oh.
Get back, chucking, oh.
_ Get back, chucking, oh. _
Get back, chucking, oh. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [E] back, _ chucking, _ _ _ _ _
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