Everything'S The Same

One, two
One, two

Well, I'm going to Florida, I'm going to Maine
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I can sketch out a plan, I can change my name
No matter where I roam, everything's the same

I've been a lock pick, I've been a thief
I'll lie to your face and make you believe
I'll tear through town like a hurricane
No matter where I roam, everything's the same

I killed a rounder, I killed a priest
I stole the gold right out of their teeth
I sold my soul for fortune and fame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same

Well, I'll drink your whiskey, I'll drink your beer
By this time tomorrow, I'll be anywhere but here
I'll burn down your orchard and dance in the flame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same

It's always goodbye, it's always farewell
The day I slow down would be a cold day in hell
And I'm on the run, it's a crying shame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same

Well, I'm on the run, it's a crying shame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same