This Ain't The Same Town

There's brand new Ranger Rovers

All over these streets

And the people who drive 'em

Ain't no kin to me

I guess the gun racks and six packs

All left when I did

This ain't the same town

That I painted red

With a pair of black tire marks

On old airport road

Racing for the pink slip

In my white GTO

Well it's only ten-thirty

And their all home in bed

This ain't the same town

That I painted red

They'll probably look at me funny

Or lock me up good

If I drove down main street

With a deer on my hood

No more eight-ball at Bulldogs

Now it's Starbucks in the store

No, this ain't the same town

That I painted red

At the old golden palace

On a Friday night tear

With Amber Lin Austin

And her frosty blonde hair

Now when I see her daddy

He don't want me dead

No, this ain't the same town

That I painted red

Here we go boys

There's no faded blue jeans

Her own worn out boots

Yes, what they call progress

Is done plowed up my roots

Now I'm sure they're good folks

But with that being said

This ain't the same town

That I painted red

No, this ain't the same town

That I painted red