[Verse 1]
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There's brand new Ranger Rovers
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All over these streets
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And the people who drive 'em
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Ain't no kin to me
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I guess the gun racks and six packs
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All left when I did
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This ain't the same town
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That I painted red
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[Chorus]
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With a pair of black tire marks
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On old airport road
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Racing for the pink slip
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In my white gto
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Well it's only ten-thirty
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And their all home in bed
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This ain't the same town
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That I painted red
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[Verse 2]
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They'll probably look at me funny
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Or lock me up good
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If I drove down main street
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With a deer on my hood
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No more eight-ball at Bulldogs
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Now it's Starbucks in the store
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No this ain't the same town
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That I painted red
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[Chorus]
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At the old golden palace
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On a Friday night tear
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With Amber Lin Austin
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And her frosty blonde hair
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Now when I see her daddy
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He don't want me dead
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No this ain't the same town
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That I painted red
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Here we go boys
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[Chorus]
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Theres no faded blue jeans
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Her own worn out boots
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Yes what they call progress
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Is done plowed up my roots
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Now I'm sure they're good folks
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But with that being said
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This ain't the same town
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That I painted red
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No this ain't the same town
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That I painted red
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This Ain't the Same Town (That I Painted Red)
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Dean Brody |