Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
O.A.R.
O.A.R.
Interprète
Richard On
Richard On
Guitare électrique
Marc Roberge
Marc Roberge
Chant
John Alagia
John Alagia
Tambourin
Jerry DePizzo
Jerry DePizzo
Saxophone ténor
Chris Culos
Chris Culos
Batterie
Benj Gershman
Benj Gershman
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Richard On
Richard On
Composition
Marc Roberge
Marc Roberge
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Steef Van De Gevel
Steef Van De Gevel
Assistance d’ingénierie
Juan Garcia
Juan Garcia
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jon Adler
Jon Adler
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
John Alagia
John Alagia
Production
Jeff Juliano
Jeff Juliano
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

There's a road outside Columbus, Ohio
I used to roll along for years
That Midwest way of ease, it surrounds us
I can't deny the rhythm here
And I drive along with the riverside beside me
That High Street always starts so good
I miss my lady, even though she often writes me
She tells me tales of my neighborhood, yeah
Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
Four hundred miles from where I'm known
My friends are here
A couple of years I've spent, I found I have a second home
And I'm placing on my trail, the education
There's no bliss in ignorance for me, no
I stop and stare, a breath of air might slow me down some
But that's just fine with me, yeah
Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
Four hundred miles from where I'm known
My friends are here
A couple years I've spent, I found I have a second home
I never traveled far
Two hundred miles to go
From High Street Boulevard
Come take me home
Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
Four hundred miles from where I'm known
My friends are here
A couple years I've spent, I found I have a second home
Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
Four hundred miles from where I'm known
My friends are here
A couple years I've spent, I found I have a second home
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hear Jon
I don't if I will be back soon
I can't tell if days are numbered
Or if there is a thousand more
Or a million more for you and me
I don't know if I will break your heart
But the only way I'd do that
Is if I gave you too much love
'Cause if I gave you too much love
You can't, you can't bear it, and you've just got to break
I feel, you can't bear it, and you've just gotta crack
I used to love this place so much, but now I love it more
It's like I can't let go, it's like I can't let go
You've got me singing to myself
In my dreams saying
"Do you hear me shout?"
Just say
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
This next song here is called 'Woke up an Uncle'
I hope you like it
Written by: Marc Roberge, Richard On, Rob 'n Joe
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