Lyrics

We struck gold up down in Chicago Rolling on the West Coast, time sometime tomorrow I spend my money, I can't seem to drink slow Rolling on my highs and lows Rolling on my highs- It was all so simple back when we were on the run Forever staying easy, forever we'll be young We'll be building the road and carrying the load Whatever stops the ripple always leads us to where we go Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right I'm just a southern boy, swamp leaves of Florida Who found love in the desert of California I got lost in the dust just to know ya Rolling on my highs and lows Rolling on my highs- It was all so simple back when we were on the run Forever staying easy, forever we'll be young We'll be building the road and carrying the load Whatever stops the ripple always leads us to where we go Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Something's gotta give Something's gotta live on, live on It was all so simple back when we were on the run Forever staying easy, forever we'll be young We'll be building the road and carrying the load Whatever stops the ripple, whatever stops the ripple It was all so simple back when we were on the run Forever staying easy, forever we'll be young We'll be building the road and carrying the load Whatever stops the ripple always leads us to where we go Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right Oh, oh, my, my, gotta get lost to get it right
Writer(s): Sebastian Alexander Jun Fritze, Adam Michael Roth, William P Delia, Jonas Fredrik Daniel Eriksson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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