Truckin Tabulatur von Grateful Dead

[Opening Riff]
E  E7 (x4)
 
[Chorus]
E                                A
Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
B                                A                      E
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.
 
E7 (x4)
 
[Verse]
E                   E7                      E            E7
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
E                     E7                   E                E7
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
E                   E7                      E        E7
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
E            E7                      E      E7
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
 
[Chorus]
E                           A
Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans;
B                                 A                            E
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be.
 
E   E7 (x4)
 
[Verse]
E                      E7                              E          E7
Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
E                        E7                      E    E7
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
E                      E7                      E  E7
One of these days they know they gotta get goin'
E                   E7                      E      E7
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
 
[Chorus]
E                              A
Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
B                                        A                           E
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down, 
 
E E7 (x4)
 
[Bridge]
A                                          A G D/F# A  **(walkdownE: 5-5-(0)-3-3-(0)-2-0-2-5)
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
A                    D                     A G D/F# A  **(walkdownE: 5-5-(0)-3-3-(0)-2-0-2-5)
Other times I can barely see
D           Bm      F# (F#sus) F#
Lately it occurs to me 
        A5                     E
what a long, strange trip it's been.
 
E  E7 (x4)
 
[Verse]
E                     E7          E          E7
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
E                       E7                      E   E7
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
E                     E7             E  E7
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
E                   E7                 E    E7
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
 
[Chorus]
E                             A
Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
B                                   A                          E
Takes time, to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.
 
E  E7 (x4
 
[Verse]
E                     E7              E      E7
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
E                        E7                E   E7
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
E                       E7          E        E7
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
E                     E7          E              E7
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.
 
[Chorus]
E                               A
Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowlin' pin.
B                                       A                            E
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be.
 
E  E7 (x4)
 
[Verse]
E                     E7                             E    E7
You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
E                         E7                         E   E7
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
E                     E7                   E    E7
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
E                     E7                   E            E7
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
 
[Bridge]
A                                          A G D/F# A  **(walkdownE: 5-5-(0)-3-3-(0)-2-0-2-5)
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
A                    D                     A G D/F# A  **(walkdownE: 5-5-(0)-3-3-(0)-2-0-2-5)
Other times I can barely see
D           Bm      F# (F#sus) F#
Lately it occurs to me 
        A5                     E
what a long, strange trip it's been.
 
E  E7 (x4)
 
 
[Chorus]
E                           A
Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
B                                       A                       E
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
 
E  E7 (repeat until fade out.)
Whoah now get back truckin' on.......