Get yourself cooler
Lay yourself low
Coincidental murder
With nothing to show
With the judge’s constipation
Will go to his head
And his wife’s aggravation
You’ll soon end up dead
It’s the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
It’s the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
Gotcha with the cocaine
They found with your gun
No smooth face laywer
Could get ya undone
Say love ain’t the same
On the south side of town
You could look
But you ain’t gonna find it around
It’s the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
It’s the same old story
Same old story
Same old song and dance
Fate comes a-knockin’
Doors start lockin’
Your old time connection
Change your direction
You ain’t gonna change it
Can’t rearrange it
Can’t stand the pain
When it’s all the same to you, my friend
When you’re low down and dirty
From walkin’ the street
With your old hurdy gurdy
No one to meet
Said love ain’t the same
On the south side of town
You could look
But you ain’t gonna find it around
It’s the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
It’s the same old story
Same old story
Same old song and dance
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