Everything's the Same

One, two One, two Well, I'm going to Florida, I'm going to Maine No matter where I roam, everything's the same I can sketch out a plan, I can 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 sold my soul for fortune and fame No matter where I roam, everything's the same Well, I'll drink your whiskey, I'll drink your beer By this time tomorrow, I'll be anywhere but here I'll 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 would be a cold day in hell And 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