Now, I love country musicAnd I guess I always willBut these days, when I turn on the radioIt's just not the same thrillI like a song that gives me chill bumpsNow and then there's some that still doBut I'm fed up with the same old vanillaHey, how about you?And I'm tired of the same old guy with the same old songAbout the same old love, it goes on and onSame old guitar and the same old strumI may be country but I'm not dumbHey, there, Mr. SongwriterCome and visit in my homeThen tell me about life being perfectAnd love that goes on and on and onThen ride with me in my old BroncoDown to the factory for eight hoursThen let me introduce you to my supervisorThen write me a song about sunshine and flowersAnd the same old guy with the same old songAbout the same old love, it goes on and onSame old guitar and the same old strumI may be country but I'm not dumbI wanna hear a song about passionI wanna hear a song about sinI wanna hear a song about redemptionYeah, sing me one of themTell me about a cowboy in AustraliaTell me about a prisoner in ChinaTell me about some old stock car driverDown in Orangeburg, South CarolinaInstead of the same old guy, with the same old songAbout the same old love, it goes on and on and onSame old guitar and the same old strumI may be country but I'm not dumbSame oldSame oldSame old
