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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Peake
Background Vocals
Daniel Adair
Drums
Mike Kroeger
Bass Guitar
Chad Kroeger
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Johnson
Songwriter
Mike Kroeger
Songwriter
Chad Kroeger
Songwriter
Jeff Johnson
Songwriter
Simon Clow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Cruz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Baseford
Producer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Nickelback
Producer
Ricardo Germain
Assistant Engineer
Dominic Castro
Mixing Engineer
Gary Lux
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Johnson
Engineer
Lyrics
Same old, same town, going nowhere
Need a brand new view in front of me
Don't need no map, no need to pack
And don't care much if we come back
Sitting still just wasn't meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain't right for me
'Cause every time we cross state lines
The grass we find on the other side
Always seems to twist up twice as green (hey)
Well, it's high time you and I got rollin'
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Strummin', thumpin' on the dashboard
Purple haze makes it hard to see
Two rear-view dice, three friends of mine
And four bald tires still rollin' right
Taste of inspiration's all we need (hey)
Well, it's high time you and I got rollin' (like a rollin' stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach boys got us surfin' on the sea
We got stoned goin' up to Colorado (we been smokin' on)
And couldn't see the forest for the trees
Better take a picture
'Cause, baby, I can betcha that
We won't be 'round here for long
Freedom train keeps movin' on
Stoppin' off and take it slow
Top it off when we get low
Only way that this can last
If you got ass, the grass or gas
Clappin', tappin', get your groove on
Front seat drums and back seat harmonies
When we drive by your country side
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey)
Well, it's high time you and I got rollin' (like a rollin' stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me (whoo!)
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach boys got us surfin' on the sea
We got Rocky Mountain high in Colorado (we been smokin' on)
Couldn't see the forest for the trees
Writer(s): Chad Kroeger, Simon Clow, Michael Kroeger, Jeffrey Darren Johnson
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