[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Same old, same town
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Going nowhere
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Need a brand new view in front of me
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Don’t need no map, no need to pack
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And don’t care much if we come back
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Sitting still just wasn’t meant for me
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Some folks just go straight and narrow
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Turns out that life ain’t right for me
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Cause every time we cross state lines
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The grass we find on the other side
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Always seems to twist up twice as green (hey!)

[Chorus]
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Well it’s high time you and I got rollin’
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Some place else we just gotta be
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That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen
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Looked like hell but felt like home to me

[Verse 2]
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Strummin’, thumpin’ on the dashboard
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Purple haze makes it hard to see
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Two rearview dice, three friends of mine
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And four bald tires still rollin’ right
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Taste of inspiration’s all we need (hey!)

[Chorus]
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Well it’s high time you and I got rollin’ (Like a rollin’ stone)
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Some place else we just gotta be
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That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (Ain’t been stolen long)
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Looked like hell but felt like home to me
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Eagles got us down to California (Song’s we’re singing on)
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Beach Boys got us surfin’ on the sea
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We got stoned goin’ up to Colorado (We been smokin’ on)
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And couldn’t see the forest for the trees

[Bridge]
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Better take a picture
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Cause baby I can betcha that we won’t be ‘round here for long
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Freedom train keeps movin’ on
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Stoppin’ off and take it slow
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Top it off when we get low
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Only way that this can last
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If you got ass, the grass, or gas

[Verse 3]
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Clappin’, tappin’
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Get your groove on
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Front seat drums and backseat harmonies
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When we drive by your countryside
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Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
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No one knows just where this road will lead (hey!)

[Chorus]
D
Well it’s high time you and I got rollin’ (Like a rollin’ stone)
A E
Some place else we just gotta be
A D
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (Ain’t been stolen long)
A E A
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
D
Eagles got us down to California (Song’s we’re singing on)
A E
Beach Boys got us surfin’ on the sea
A D
We got Rocky Mountain high in Colorado (we been smokin’ on)
A E A
And couldn’t see the forest for the trees