to my drivers...  

TammyDHU 45F
969 posts
1/7/2006 5:08 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

to my drivers...

I had an individual who gave me some wonderful lyrics to a song:

Ain’t nothing out here but me,
the road and the radio
Looking for an exit
and a song that I might know
Counting down the memories,
adding up the miles
Searching for a feeling,
I ain’t felt in awhile
Clarity and inspiration
Happiness is a destination
that’s hard to find
It may take some time.
But in my mind there’s something more
And I’ll open up a brand new door
And find the strength to close the ones I’ve left
Leaning on some friends I know
The Road and the Radio.

and also there is the ole...

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.

rm_joeluis1980 46M
1 post
1/7/2006 10:45 am

Thank you for these lyrics, I am an old Dead Head. Thanks. It made my day. I even took out my GD CD and jammed out. Thanks again, Joe

elgordo175 43M
1 post
1/7/2006 7:19 pm


_CoffeeNoCream_ 52F

1/8/2006 3:24 am

my real name is Hank, I am a Texan Trucker, have the fat beer belly to prove it. Wanna ride, Baby ?

orallyextreme 61M
1 post
1/8/2006 11:56 am

Blond with a brain!!very interesting-good lyrics to/nice pic.Would be good to chat-let me know-take care.

southernmnguy 56M

1/9/2006 3:21 pm

Very nice pic on your profile!!! Interesting thoughts on your blog too!! love to see more of you

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