Same Story, Different Saturday Night Songtext
von Lauren Alaina
Same Story, Different Saturday Night Songtext
There′s a pretty girl all alone, crying in her double
She's blowing up her boyfriend but he ain′t picking up the phone
There's a whiskey talking guy and he's stirring up some trouble
I bet ten bucks he′ll throw up in the Uber ride back home
There′s a sash wearing white veil tearing up that empty dance floor
And one that's had too many, who′s swearing just one more
It's the same story, different Saturday night
We′re all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Well, a dive bar is a dive bar, no matter where you′re sitting
For every broken heart, there's a broken bathroom latch
Somebody's anchored down, somebody′s bar stool slipping
Someone′s kissing on a stranger, somebody's smoking out back
It′s the same story, different Saturday night
We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It′s the same story different Saturday, Saturday night
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
It ain't the kind of thing that′s written in the stars
Yeah, it's the stuff you can't make up that′s written in the bars
Yeah, It′s the same story, different Saturday night
We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It′s the same story different Saturday, Saturday
Same story, different Saturday night
We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It′s the same story different Saturday, Saturday night
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Every Saturday night (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
She's blowing up her boyfriend but he ain′t picking up the phone
There's a whiskey talking guy and he's stirring up some trouble
I bet ten bucks he′ll throw up in the Uber ride back home
There′s a sash wearing white veil tearing up that empty dance floor
And one that's had too many, who′s swearing just one more
It's the same story, different Saturday night
We′re all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Well, a dive bar is a dive bar, no matter where you′re sitting
For every broken heart, there's a broken bathroom latch
Somebody's anchored down, somebody′s bar stool slipping
Someone′s kissing on a stranger, somebody's smoking out back
It′s the same story, different Saturday night
We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It′s the same story different Saturday, Saturday night
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
It ain't the kind of thing that′s written in the stars
Yeah, it's the stuff you can't make up that′s written in the bars
Yeah, It′s the same story, different Saturday night
We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It′s the same story different Saturday, Saturday
Same story, different Saturday night
We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights
Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice
It′s the same story different Saturday, Saturday night
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Every Saturday night (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Same old story (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Writer(s): Elisabeth Wagner Rose, Lori Mckenna, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Lauren Alaina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com