Nickelback – High Time (Guitar)

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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!)

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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

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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!)

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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

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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

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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!)

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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 Rocky Mountain high in Colorado (we been smokin' on)

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And couldn't see the forest for the trees