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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaac Brock
Vocals
Eric Judy
Bass
Jeremiah Green
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Brock
Composer
Eric Judy
Composer
Jeremiah Green
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Calvin Johnson
Producer
Isaac Brock
Additional Producer
Scott Swayze
Additional Producer
Lyrics
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we bled!
And the writing in the stall said
We write our maps in the stalls
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
And we all did!
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm goin' up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
You start at the northwest corner
Goin' down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida
Oh do you speak the lingo?
Oh, oh no
Oh do you speak the lingo?
No no
How far does your road go?
Oh no, you don't know?
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
And we all did!
And the writing in the salt says
We ride out to the stars
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all did!
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
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