Same Old Song Songtext
von Brantley Gilbert

I hear there′s folks
Tired of us talkin' about dirt roads, tailgates, tan lines, and corn rows
It sounds made up, but that′s the life I know
We know all about some moonshine, moonlight, bonfires
Seein' all the stars on a summer night
Don't see how that′s gettin′ old

(Come on)
Ride with us on Friday night
See if we ain't jacked them up
See if we ain′t settin' it on fire
See if we don′t burn it up
See if we ain't crankin′ Hank
Sippin' on a little somethin' strong
Hey man, you′ll see why we can′t
Quit singin' that same old song

The same old song


You heard enough about red dirt
Blue collar dollars and hard work
5 o′clock, headin' to the outskirts
Three chords and the truth
Tired of hearin′ 'bout them tan legs
Bare feet on the dash, sundress, Daisy dukes, boots and ray-bans
You ain′t even seen them move

Hang loose on a Friday night
Man, ain't they lookin' tough?
See if they ain′t blowin′ your mind
See if you don't fall in love
Let her find that country station
Then watch her sing along
Hey man, you′ll see why we can't
Quit singin′ that same old song

(Oh-whoa, whoa-oh)
That same old song
(Oh-whoa, whoa-oh)
That same old song

Just when you think
You've heard it all about a small town
All that small talk goin′ round
That ain't all we're all about


Sit with us on Sunday mornin′
Bow your head and let us pray
Close your eyes and let the Lord in
Tell me you don′t feel a thing
When we sing Amazing Grace
Come on, man, sing along
You 'bout to see why we can′t
Quit singin' that same old-

Ride with us on Friday night
See if we ain′t jacked them up
See if we ain't set shit on fire
See if we don′t burn it up
See if we ain't cranking Hank
Sippin' on a little somethin′ strong
Hang with us and see why we can′t
Quit singin' that same old song

Yeah, we′re singin' that same old song
(Oh-whoa, whoa-oh)
That same old song
(Oh-whoa, whoa-oh)
You′ll be singin' that same old song