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Nothing but the Same Old Story
(paul brady) 4:21


I was just about nineteen when I landed on their shore
With my eyes big as headlights like the thousands and thousands who came before
I was going to be something, Smiled at the man scrutinizing my face
As I stepped down off the gangway

Came down to their city. Where I worked for many's the year.
Built a hundred houses. Must've pulled half a million pints of beer.
Living under suspicion Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes,
You can see that you're nothing but a murderer.
Yeah In their eyes, we're nothing but a bunch of murderers.

Chorus
Hey, Johnny, can't wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst that's raging I know a place where we can put that right.
Wash away the confusion, Hose down this fire inside, But look out!
I said you better look out! 'Cause I'll tear you into pieces if you cross me.

I'm sick of watching them break up Every time some bird brain puts us down
Making jokes on the radio Guess it helps them all drown out the sound
Of the crumbling foundations any fool can see the writing on the wall
But they just don't believe that it’s happening.

There's a crowd says I'm alright, Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties like some dressed up monkey in a cage.
And I play my accordion, Oh! But when the wine seeps through the facade
It's nothing but the same old story
It’s nothing but the same old story!!
Repeat CHORUS

Got a brother in Boston Says he'll send me on the fare
Just wrote me a letter Making out that he's cleaning up out there
Two cars in the driveway, summer house way down on the Cape and I know
He’d fix me up in the morning.

I've been thinking about it but it seems so far to go
People say in the winter you'd get lost underneath the snow
There’s this girl from my home place
We've been planning to move back and give it a try
So I never got around to going
Yeah that’s why I never got around to going.

REPEAT CHORUS

OUTRO

You better look out!
I said you better look out!
Don’t come too close! Don’t come too close!
Ah give me a drink, give me a drink!
Give me one more drink
I said you better look out

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