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Politics : Sioux Nation -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Patricia Trinchero who wrote (70712)	6/13/2006 6:57:16 PM
From: Wharf Rat	Respond to of 361813

Yeah, and Houston is too close to New Orleans... 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 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 - 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 sometime - the cards ain't worth a dime 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 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 Takes 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 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 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 Tired of travel, you want 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 goin home Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong Back home - sit down and patch my bones and get back Truckin on