G-

et

your-

self

coo-

ler,

lay

your-

self

low

Co-

in-

ci-

den-

tal

mur-

der,

with

no-

thing

to

show

With

the

j-

ud-

ge,

con-

sti-

pa-

tion

will

go

to

his

head

And

his

w-

ife's

agg-

ra-

va-

tion,

you're

soon

e-

nough

dead

It's

the

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry,

s-

ame

old

song

and

d-

ance,

my

f-

riend

It's

the

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry,

s-

ame

old

song

and

d-

ance,

my

f-

riend

G-

ot-

cha

with

the

co-

caine

they

found

with

your

gun

No

s-

moo-

thy

face

lay-

wer

to

get-

cha

un-

done

Say

l-

ove

ain't

the

same

on

the

south

side

of

town

You

could

l-

ook,

but

you

ain't

gon-

na

find

it

a-

round

It's

the

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry,

s-

ame

old

song

and

d-

ance,

my

fri-

end

It's

the

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry,

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry

S-

ame

old

song

and

d-

a-

nce

F-

ate

comes

a-

kno-

ckin',

d-

oors

start

lo-

ckin'

Your

o-

ld

time

co-

nnec-

tion,

c-

hange

your

di-

rec-

tion

Ain't

g-

o-

n-

na

change

it,

c-

an't

re-

arran-

ge

it

C-

an't

stand

the

pain

when

it's

a-

ll

the

same

to

y-

ou,

my

f-

riend

When

you're

l-

ow

down

and

dir-

ty,

from

wal-

kin'

the

street

With

your

o-

ld

hur-

dy-

gur-

dy,

no

one

to

meet

Say

l-

ove

ain't

the

same,

on

the

south

side

of

town

You

could

l-

ook,

but

you

ain't

gon-

na

find

it

a-

ro-

und

It's

the

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry,

s-

ame

old

song

and

d-

ance,

my

fri-

end

It's

the

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry,

s-

ame

old

sto-

ry

S-

ame

old

song

and

d-

a-

nce