Lyrics to Same Ol
The friends I got are the same ones from high school
Half of 'em drive or got the same damn trucks too
CB hangin' from the mirror, talkin' smack to truckers
Tired from drivin' roads, callin' us "Little Motherfuckers"
Same cops in town since I was fifteen
Barefoot, walkin' all the way down Pond Creek
But the same ain't bad when you're where I'm from
Same shit, different day, at least you know everyone
The world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
I partied with the police back in their prime
When they were the ones havin' fun runnin' from blue lights
The Billbord brothers had a party every week
And officer TC was waitin' down the street
At the top of Snake Hill bust a right at the stop
Don't light a blunt until you pass narrows of the harbor
But the cops ain't as scary of some of them curves
Take it slow by Mary Hellen's, watch for cows, ya heard?
The world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
The same roads that hold my years
Of many blunts rolled and close-call deer
And just one more kiss and one more beer
Just one more bonfire, dancin' in a field
One more homecomin' for a thousand more years
A thousand more Coors Light cans in a field
For every country boy born for millions of years
I pray another generation live like we do
Where the world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
Where the world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
Half of 'em drive or got the same damn trucks too
CB hangin' from the mirror, talkin' smack to truckers
Tired from drivin' roads, callin' us "Little Motherfuckers"
Same cops in town since I was fifteen
Barefoot, walkin' all the way down Pond Creek
But the same ain't bad when you're where I'm from
Same shit, different day, at least you know everyone
The world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
I partied with the police back in their prime
When they were the ones havin' fun runnin' from blue lights
The Billbord brothers had a party every week
And officer TC was waitin' down the street
At the top of Snake Hill bust a right at the stop
Don't light a blunt until you pass narrows of the harbor
But the cops ain't as scary of some of them curves
Take it slow by Mary Hellen's, watch for cows, ya heard?
The world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
The same roads that hold my years
Of many blunts rolled and close-call deer
And just one more kiss and one more beer
Just one more bonfire, dancin' in a field
One more homecomin' for a thousand more years
A thousand more Coors Light cans in a field
For every country boy born for millions of years
I pray another generation live like we do
Where the world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
Where the world turns slower, where the road goes dirt
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts
A boyfriend'll knock you out for tryin' to flirt
The songs hit different when written and sang by us
The world turns slower where the only screen
Is on a front porch when you go to leave
The girls paint their toes and the boys play with GI Joes
And I like the same ol, same ol
