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 olTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
