Everything's The Same - Billy Strings

I’m goin' to Florida

I’m goin' to Maine

No matter where I roam, everything’s the same

I can sketch out a plan

Change my name

No matter where I roam, everything’s the same

I’ve been a lock-pick

I’ve been a thief

I’ll lie to your face and make you believe

I’ll tear through town like a hurricane

No matter where I roam, everything’s the same

I killed a rounder

I killed a priest

I stole the gold right out of their teeth

I’ve sold my soul for fortune and fame

No matter where I roam, everything’s the same

I’ll drink your whiskey

I’ll drink your beer

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be anywhere but here

Burn down your orchard and dance in the flame

No matter where I roam, everything’s the same

It’s always «goodbye»

It’s always «farewell»

The day I slow down be a cold day in hell

I’m on the run;

it’s a crying shame

No matter where I roam, everything’s the same

Well, I’m on the run;

it’s a crying shame

No matter where I roam, everything’s the same