SAME OLD SONG

Words and Music by Mike Clifford

Copyright 2002

She’s an independent lady

Not much stays in her way

And she’s been living in this little town

Since her very first day

It didn’t take her long to realize

Life’s too short to just be kinda hangin’ on

So she’s packin’ up and movin’ out

Far away from this Same Old Song

There’s not much business down on Main Street

As she takes one last walk around

The Wal-Mart killed what little was left here

After all the farms shut down

And it don’t take too long to realize

The winds of change they’re blowing

Steady and strong

She feels them as she boards the Greyhound

Heading away from this Same Old Song

Solo

She’s got no friends left under 50

Or over age 18

To the suburbs and their cities

They left to chase the dream

And it don’t take her long to realize

20 years from now it’ll all be gone

As her tears start taking over

She pulls away from this Same Old Song