Written-By – Billy C. Cole.

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It is made from a stanza from the soldiers' folklore song Old Soldiers Never Die: Old soldiers never die, Never die, never die, Old soldiers never die, They simply fade away. The song itself is a British Army's parody of the gospel song Kind Thoughts Can Never Die.

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. 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, oh no. 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.

Keep on truckin'unknown. An extremely popular 1960's hippie saying that was made ubiquitously famous by the one-of-a-kind, extremely esoteric and eventually iconic comic strips and books which appeared and evolved from within the exquisitely unique mind of the mad-genius cartoonist R. Crumb. These three simple words of encouragement reinforced the then-prevailing idea that people should be able to feel confident about staying true to their own chosen life path and not allowing the outside world to get them down or force them to change who they wanted to be. "Whether or not that.

The field was bright with clover I saw the finish sign I started as a rover And then victory was mine I thought the race was over But they just keep moving the line. They cheered at my persistence But prayed for my decline The path of least resistance Led to Hollywood and Vine I tried to go the distance But they just keep moving the line. I jumped all of the hurdles To break out of the pack I started on the outside And then hit the inside track. I left the other fillies Back at the starting gate Was ready, on my mark, I got to set To hurry up and wait

The other day I took a fishin' trip Just me and my boat, and no Banjo lip Banjo was my guide, an old colored feller. He wasn't very dark, he was a high-steppin' yeller So we launched my boat, and I cranked my motor And up to my nose came a terrible odor I looked around, tryin' to find somethin' dead But it was Banjo with his arm up, scratchin' his head