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Dick’s Picks, Volume 14: Boston Music Hall 11/30/73 & 12/2/73
Disc 1
01. Morning Dew
02. Mexicali Blues
03. Dire Wolf
04. Black‐Throated Wind
05. Don’t Ease Me In
06. Big River
07. They Love Each Other
08. Playing in the Band
Disc 2
01. Here Comes Sunshine
02. Weather Report Suite >
03. Dark Star Jam >
04. Eyes of the World >
05. Sugar Magnolia
Disc 3
01. Cold Rain and Snow
02. Beat It On Down the Line
03. Brown‐Eyed Woman / The Merry‐Go‐Round Broke Down / Beer Barrel Polka
04. Jack Straw
05. Ramble On Rose
06. Weather Report Suite
07. Wharf Rat >
08. Mississippi Half‐Step Uptown Toodeloo >
Disc 4
01. Playing in the Band >
02. Jam >
03. He’s Gone >
04. Truckin’ >
05. Stella Blue
06. Morning Dew
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