DoDahMan was taken from the term DooDah which has various roots, first of which is in Stephen Foster's 1850 tune "Camptown Races" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camptown_Races
"...De Camptown Ladies sing this song, Doo Dah Doo Dah!" {note it is about horse track betting...similar to trading pennies!)
Another place Doo Dah shows up in is The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band was one of the first of the many Sixties British Art College bands (such as The Who), being formed between 1962-1965.
But, the real reason I chose DoDahMan is that for many years I followed the Grateful Dead around the country selling various items out of my red 1973 VW camper van with my dog and now wife. What a long strange trip it was!
Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Jerry Garcia/Bob Weir/Phil Lesh
Truckin' got my chips cashed in Keep truckin' like the doodah 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 its all 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 street speak of true love Most of the time they're sitting and crying at home One of these days they know they gotta get going Out of the door and into the street all alone
Truckin' like the doodah man Once told me "Gotta play your hand Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime If you don't lay them down"
Sometimes the lights all shining 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? (note 1) She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same Living on reds and vitamin C and cocaine All her friends can say is ain't it a shame
Truckin' up to Buffalo Been thinking you got to mellow slow Takes time, you pick a place to go Just keep truckin' on
Sitting and staring out of the hotel window Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again 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 bowling pin Knocked down, it gets to wearing thin They just won't let you be
You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel Get tired of travelling you want to settle down I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying Get out of the door, light out and look all around
Sometimes the lights all shining 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 going home Whoa, whoa, baby, back where I belong Back home, sit down and patch my bones And get back truckin' on
-End-
Note that I my hurry of signing up for Raging Bull and later Ihub is that I left off a "o" and have been DoDahMan eversince even though I always sign or refer to myself as DooDahLike the song says "What a long strange trip it's been"
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