Chords for Grateful Dead - Truckin'
Tempo:
125.75 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
B
F#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Key:
A
E
B
F#
G
A
E
B
[Em] [E] .
[G] [E] .
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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.
[E] .
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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.
[E] .
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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.
[F#] [A] .
[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.
[E] .
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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.
[E] .
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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.
[A] [D].
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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[G] [E] .
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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.
[E] .
.
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.
[E] .
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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.
.
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.
[F#] [A] .
[D] Lately it [Bm] occurs [F#] to me, [B] [F#] [A] what a long, strange trip [E] it's been.
.
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.
.
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.
[E] .
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.
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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.
.
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.
[E] .
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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.
[A] [D].
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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