Phil Lesh

G                 Am
Fare thee well my honey
Bb         F            C
 Fare thee well my only true one
G                        Dm
All the birds that were singing
Bb                C      
Have flown except you alone

F

F                               Bb
Going to leave this broke-down palace
F                Dm           Bb          F
 On my hands and knees I will roll, roll, roll
F             Am  Bb               F
Make myself a bed  by the waterside
F           G                  Bb          F

E
Truckin', got my chips cashed in
A
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
   B
Together, more or less in line
A                         
Just keep truckin' on

E 

E
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

E
Dallas, got a soft machine
A
Houston, too close to New Orleans
B  
New York got the ways and means
A
But just won't let you be