Same Old Song and Dance

Get yourself a cooler, lay yourself low.

Coincidental murder, with nothing to show.

And the judge lets constipation go to his head.

And his wife's aggrevation, you're soon enough 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.

[They gotta with cocaine, they found with your gun] | depending on which version

[Shaddy looking loser, you played with my gun] | pre or post breakup.

No smoothy faced laywer, can get you undone.

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'.

You're 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.

But your old hurdy-gurdy - noone to meet.

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.