E Get yourself cooler Lay yourself low Coincidental murder With nothing to show When the judge's constipation Goes to his head And his wife's aggravation You're soon enough dead Chorus: G A It's the same old story C D E Same old song and dance, my friend G A It's the same old story C D E Same old song and dance, my friend Gotcha with the cocaine They found with your gun No smooth face laywer Could get ya undone Say love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around Chorus B Fate comes a-knockin' Doors start lockin' Your old time connection Change your direction You ain't gonna change it Can't rearrange it Can't stand the pain B C# D D# E When it's all the same to you E7 My friend When you're low down and dirty From walkin' the street With your old hurdy gurdy No one to meet Say love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA ![]() C ![]() C# ![]() D ![]() D# ![]() E ![]() E7 ![]() G ![]() B ![]() |