Just starin' out that window, watching the world go 'round And I seen all them old sad faces Everybody singing that same old song And I don't wanna be caught 'round here when that Judgement Day comes down Half drunk in Chicago, waiting for my train to

Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

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

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

Silent woman in the night, you came Took my seed from my shaking frame Same old fire, another flame And the wheel rolls on Silent woman through the flames, you come From the deep behind the sun Seems my nightmares, have just begun Left me barely holding

I can't quit you The minute you arrive, I'm gone But I've been mistaken, oh, you just been playing Still I'm addicted to the same old Coldplay song And every time you turn it on God knows I can't fix you But I can't quit you No, I can't quit you

As time goes by Moonlight and love songs Never out of date Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate Woman needs man That no one can deny It's still the same old story A fight for love and glory

You're the same old song You never thought that I would ever go this far You said potential couldn't ever last this long The same old song Where were you when I needed you, eight months ago All your girlfriends talkin' 'bout me, now you ringin' up my

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