I’m still burnin’ eighty seven unleaded and cigarettes

Like I was when I turned sixteen

Some nights I still like to drink my dinner

And I rock the same ol’ songs from ‘03 yeah

Those Detroit boys still gettin’ my hopes up

But this season just might be the one

Some people say I’m stuck in my ways

Just the same ol’ son of a gun

Yeah I’m just havin’ too much fun

Bein’ the same ol’ same ol’ how I’ve always been

Never had a problem that a beer couldn’t fix

Turnin’ any given night

To a damn good time

Twenty years down the road

I’ll be the same ol’ same ol’

Same ol’ same ol’

Same ol’ Skoal ring in a pair of ol’ jeans

When I look in the mirror I see the same ol’ me

Keep my hair long in the back same ol’ hat up on the dash

Same ol’ answer if anybody asked

I’m the same ol’ same ol’ how I’ve always been

Can’t take the midwest out of the kid

Who grew up and moved away

Swear I’m never gonna change

Thirty years down the road

I’ll be the same ol’ same ol’

The same ol’ same ol’…same

Mighta grew up but I’ll never grow out of it

I’m damn proud to be stuck in my ways

Long hairs gonna grey tattoos might fade but

At the end of the day

I’m still same ol’ same ol’ how I’ve always been

Never had a problem that a beer couldn’t fix

Turnin’ any given night to a damn good time

Thirty years down the road

I’ll be the same ol’ same ol’ how I’ve always been

Can’t take the midwest out of the kid

I am who I am, ya get what ya get

‘Til the good Lords callin’ me home

I’ll be the same ol’ same ol’

Same ol’ same ol’…same