| Get yourself a cooler, lay yourself low
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| Coincidental murder with nothing to show
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| The judge constipation will go to his head
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| And his wife’s aggravation, you’re soon enough dead
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| It’s the same old story
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| Same old song and dance, my friend
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| It’s the same old story
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| Same old song and dance, my friend
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| Got ya with the cocaine they found with your gun
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| No smoothy faced lawyer to get ya undone
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| You say love ain’t the same on the south side of town
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| You could look but you ain’t gonna find it around
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| It’s the same old story
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| Same old song and dance, my friend
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| It’s the same old story
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| Same old story, same old song and dance
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| Fate starts knockin'
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| Doors start lockin'
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| Your old time connection
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| Change your direction
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| You ain’t gonna change it
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| Can’t rearrange it
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| Can’t stand the pain when
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| It’s all the same to you, my friend
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| When you’re low down and dirty from walkin' the street
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| With your old hurdy gurdy and no one to meet
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| You say love ain’t the same on the south side of town
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| You could look but you ain’t gonna find it around
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| It’s the same old story
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| Same old song and dance, my friend
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| It’s the same old story
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| Same old story, same old song and dance |