Photo a Day: Keep Truckin’ On (Your Towel)

Like any Truckin’ Hoopy Frood, I Know Where My Towel Is

The guesthouse I’m currently residing in for the weekend has Greatful Dead teddy bear towels. To wit:

Keep Truckin' On in Pattaya: Greatful Dead teddy bear towels in my guesthouse.

Okay, not quite, but close enough for jazz, not to mention jam band music.  Music which generally makes me want to wretch, with a few notable exceptions. However I must admit jam bands generally have some of the best. Band names. Ever. Exhibit A: String Cheese Incident.

And don’t worry; it’s a clean towel — just faded. You get what you pay for.

Keep Truckin' On in Pattaya: Greatful Dead teddy bear towels in my guesthouse.

And for anyone stumbling across this who enjoys this sort of thing:

http://youtu.be/gXEsZ6tvOWo

I’ll even make it easy for you to sing along:

Greatful Dead teddy bears: keep on truckin'Grateful Dead: Truckin’

Songwriters: BELTRAMI, MARCO E.

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 yorks got the ways and means; but just wont 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 youve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you don’t layem down,

Sometimes the lights 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 aint 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
Id 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 gets to wearin thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.

Youre 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 lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.

Truckin’, Im 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.

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Why did I go to all this trouble when I don’t even care for the Greatful Dead? Penance for missing my Photo a Day post yesterday. It was an Irish man’s fault. Believe me.