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Superstars of the 70s
Disc 1
01. School’s Out
02. Summer Breeze
03. Surf’s Up
04. Sail Away
05. Both Sides Now
06. Tightrope Ride
07. Lonely Days
08. Fire & Rain
09. Truckin’
10. Where Is the Love
11. Love the One You’re With
12. Roundabout
Disc 2
01. Light My Fire
02. White Rabbit
03. Marrakesh Express
04. Purple Haze
05. To Love Somebody
06. Lola
07. Anticipation
08. American Woman
09. We Gotta Get You a Woman
10. Ventura Highway
11. Run, Run, Run
12. Tumbling Dice
Disc 3
01. (Sitting on) The Dock of the Bay
02. Hush
03. If You Could Read My Mind
04. The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
05. Foxy Lady
06. Whole Lotta Love
07. Take It Easy
08. A Horse With No Name
09. Cowgirl in the Sand
10. Big Yellow Taxi
11. These Eyes
12. Domino
13. Amazing Grace
Disc 4
01. Listen to the Music
02. Woodstock
03. In the Midnight Hour
04. City of New Orleans
05. Doctor My Eyes
06. Paranoid
07. One Way Out
08. (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman
09. Stay With Me
10. Chicago
11. Happy
12. Lucky Man
Truckin', got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like the doo-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 got the ways and means
But just won't let you be

Most of the cats 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 gotta get goin'
Out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin', like the doo-dah man
Once told me, "You got to play your hand"
Sometimes the 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
I 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

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