I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every

YouÂ're a part of me IÂ'm a part of you Or is it weÂ're the same Look at me, i believe itÂ's true Who am i but you and the sun A sad reflection in everyone Was it me who let you walk away Were you the one What are we in time going by

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

When something is wrong with my baby Something is wrong with me I know when she's a little worried I feel that same old misery We've been through so much together We stand as one and that's what makes it better Just what she means to me you out there

Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and I'm tired now. Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now. But don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old

I met up with the king He confessed his body was burning His body had begun to rot And he said don't think less of me I'm still the same man I used to be But no one believed him No one believed him I once knew a pretty girl And she was in love with the

And I could try to run, but it would be useless I'll never be the same And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe It’s you, babe You’re to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I’ll never ever, ever be the same Just like nicotine, rushin' me, touching

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Everyone hurts the same Shame on me, shame on me Its not like its worth it Hey, I'm not tryin to be perfect Hey, I'm not tryin to be special 'Cause I ain't no angel Bridges that I burned And lovers that I hurt

Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We need a change Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville "Son, you finally got it made" Old Hank made it