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Truckin’ (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Truckin’ down the highway
Get outta my way
Always in a hurry
Always in between
That’s where you can find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the cab of
A ten ton machine

Gettin’ pretty tired of stoppin’
In old run down cafes
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Gonna make some inroads
Drivin’ home a payload
Truckin’ down the highway
Like you never seen

Gettin’ pretty tired of lookin’
In truck stop cabarets
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Then you’re gonna find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the back of
A long limousine

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Truckin’ (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Truckin’ down the highway
Get outta my way
Always in a hurry
Always in between
That’s where you can find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the cab of
A ten ton machine

Gettin’ pretty tired of stoppin’
In old run down cafes
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Gonna make some inroads
Drivin’ home a payload
Truckin’ down the highway
Like you never seen

Gettin’ pretty tired of lookin’
In truck stop cabarets
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Then you’re gonna find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the back of
A long limousine

Truckin’ (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Truckin’ down the highway
Get outta my way
Always in a hurry
Always in between
That’s where you can find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the cab of
A ten ton machine

Gettin’ pretty tired of stoppin’
In old run down cafes
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Gonna make some inroads
Drivin’ home a payload
Truckin’ down the highway
Like you never seen

Gettin’ pretty tired of lookin’
In truck stop cabarets
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Then you’re gonna find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the back of
A long limousine

Truckin’ (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(j. garcia, b. weir, p. lesh, r. hunter)

Truckin’ – got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin’ – like the doodah man
Together – more or less in line
Just keep truckin’ on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street
Chicago, new york, detroit, it’s all the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

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

Most of the cats you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin’
Out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin’ – like the doodah man
Once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes – the cards ain’t worth a damn
If you don’t lay ‘em down

Sometimes the light’s all shining on me
Other times i can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been

Hey, what in the world ever became of sweet jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Living on reds, vitamin c and cocaine
All a friend can say is "ain’t it a shame"

Truckin’ – up to buffalo
Been thinkin’ – you got to mellow slow
Take time – you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin’ on

Sitting and staring out of a hotel window
Got a tip they’re kicking the door in again
I’d 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
Set up – like a bowling pin
Knocked down – it gets to wearing thin
They just won’t let you be

You’re sick of hanging around and you’d like to travel
Get tired of traveling, you’d like to settle down
I guess they can’t revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door – light out and look all around

Sometimes the light’s all shining on me
Other times i can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been

Truckin’ – i’m a goin’ home
Whoa – oh, baby, back where i belong
Back home – sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin’ on

Truckin’ (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Truckin’ got my chips cashed in. keep truckin’, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin’ on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
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.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New york’s got the ways and means; but just won’t let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin’, like the do-dah man. once told me "you’ve got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down,

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.

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’, up to buffalo. been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin’ on.

Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d 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, set up, like a bowlin’ pin.
Knocked down, it get’s to wearin’ thin. they just won’t let you be, oh no.

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.

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.

Truckin’, i’m a goin’ home. whoa whoa baby, back where i belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on.
Hey now get back truckin’ home.

Truckin’ (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Truckin’ got my chips cashed in. keep truckin’, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin’ on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
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.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New york’s got the ways and means; but just won’t let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin’, like the do-dah man. once told me "you’ve got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down,

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.

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’, up to buffalo. been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin’ on.

Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d 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, set up, like a bowlin’ pin.
Knocked down, it get’s to wearin’ thin. they just won’t let you be, oh no.

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.

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.

Truckin’, i’m a goin’ home. whoa whoa baby, back where i belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on.
Hey now get back truckin’ home.

Truckin’ (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Truckin’ got my chips cashed in. keep truckin’, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin’ on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
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.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New york’s got the ways and means; but just won’t let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin’, like the do-dah man. once told me "you’ve got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down,

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.

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’, up to buffalo. been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin’ on.

Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d 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, set up, like a bowlin’ pin.
Knocked down, it get’s to wearin’ thin. they just won’t let you be, oh no.

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.

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.

Truckin’, i’m a goin’ home. whoa whoa baby, back where i belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on.
Hey now get back truckin’ home.

Truckin’ (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Truckin’ down the highway
Get outta my way
Always in a hurry
Always in between
That’s where you can find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the cab of
A ten ton machine

Gettin’ pretty tired of stoppin’
In old run down cafes
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Gonna make some inroads
Drivin’ home a payload
Truckin’ down the highway
Like you never seen

Gettin’ pretty tired of lookin’
In truck stop cabarets
Some day i’m gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Then you’re gonna find me
Truckin’ down the highway
Sittin’ in the back of
A long limousine