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Dave’s Picks, Volume 54: Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD · 3/26/73
Disc 1
01. The Promised Land
02. Mississippi Half‐Step Uptown Toodeloo
03. The Race Is On
04. Wave That Flag
05. Jack Straw
06. Sugaree
07. Mexicali Blues
08. Box of Rain
09. Row Jimmy
10. Beat It On Down the Line
11. Brown‐Eyed Women
12. El Paso
13. China Cat Sunflower
14. I Know You Rider
Disc 2
01. Looks Like Rain
02. Don’t Ease Me In
03. Playing in the Band
04. Wolfman Jack Introduction
05. Ramble On Rose
06. Big River
07. Here Comes Sunshine
08. Greatest Story Ever Told
09. Candyman
10. Me and My Uncle
11. One More Saturday Night
Disc 3
01. He’s Gone
02. Truckin’
03. Weather Report Suite: Prelude
04. Jam
05. Wharf Rat
06. Me and Bobby McGee
07. Eyes of the World
08. Morning Dew
Disc 4
01. Playing in the Band
02. He’s Gone
03. Truckin’
04. Drums
05. The Other One
06. Jam
07. I Know You Rider
08. Sugar Magnolia
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