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Waking early, shower make my eggs Drive the same roads, I do the same old thing Nothing changes in my everyday Bought me a ticket I need to go away I
brought him to this prison on that old Big River Train We became the best of buddies side by side through thick and thin Then one night he told his story
him ten times or more The stories of some sailors curse on the bridge Where it opens to let the boats through But the natives all laugh at grandpas old
the same. But way down South the music got the mojo. It's all homegrown. You won't hear it on the radio. Call it what you want but to me it's the good old
Bill Thaxton was an ex-ranger One of the bravest by far It's said that old Bill was the fastest man ever To pin on a ranger's star Stories about him
happened for me Gotta read between the lines It’s the same old story Same cold story It’s ironic what a little change done for me Gone for a minute but
And still keep it intact, and roll over the facts The story's all for the talks, and a couple of walks Just going back and forth, a couple days in the south
the same old story you don’t have to write it for me I know you’ll be gone by morning always ends in death or Glory never learn our lesson call it
move, And choose the course you're running. Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river,
walking down this road it's all i've ever known from before the same old story the same old road I roam just me the view and the world friends pass by
It's like the same old story, never ending It's a cycle that I'm living I wanna start over from the beginning I feel like I'm getting sick I'm tired
old back room He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?" But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?" But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
We gone hit the Eiffel then we touring though the Louvre And I'm starstruck by the women scene too Pretty brown girls with Parisian attitudes Grateful
the Nineteenth century when people in Advertising and journalism discovered that If they framed Their stories and appeals with fear They could capture our
versatile I need your lovin' like never before Well you walk with the same old swatch I still got the same old couch You see the painting that you
Did some growing spent all that time by myself Wise man told me this story'll write itself God damn People be tugging right on my belt If I said
and perplexing story arcs In them you will find Problems of the same kind You’ll be forced to deal And move on That’s why Stories are told Some are old Some are
come true Then my eyes turn red Sky turns grey Children slangin' white in the hood We call it yeah drink old gold Down my yellow brick road
and purple til my dreams come true Then my eyes turn red Sky turns gray Children slanging white in the hood We call it yay drink old gold Down my
story lived and told Same ol' story gettin' old Truths and lies draw the line Truths and lies wasted my time Same ol' story wonder why Same ol' story
sad it is to be Someone captive By their anger On a ship that sails an empty sea (Chorus) It's the same old story To darken all The Glory But you'll
that it's that same old story When you walk my way Oh ya We're the wind in all the willows Floating by this time that all will surely pass We're
to a face like a yearbook Another year stuck in a sinkhole Sunny days outside staying indoors Same old story Same old story Same old story I'm late for Banned
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