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Struck gold uptown in Chicago

Roll into 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 stay feeble forever we’ll be young

We’ll be building the road and carrying the load

Whatever starts the ripple always leads us to where we belong

I’m just a southern boy, swamplands of Florida

Who found love in the desert of California

I got lost in the dust just to know ya

Rollin on my highs and lows

Rolling on my highs

It was all so simple back when we were on the run

Forever stay feeble forever we’ll be young

We’ll be building the road and carrying the load

Whatever starts the ripple always leads us to where we belong

Oh oh my my

Gotta get lost to get it right