LYRICS

SAME OLD GAME

Words and Music by Philip F. Spillane

Arrangement, Sound Recording and Performance by Jon Gould, Ryan Snyder, 

Dale Binsberger, Philip F. Spillane, And Denny Hartzell

WHEN I FIRST MET YOU BABY, YOU WERE SWEET AS SWEET COULD BE

HOW WAS I TO KNOW YOU WERE GONNA MAKE A FOOL OUT OF ME

BUT ITíS THE SAME, SAME OLD GAME

I JUST CANíT GO ON PLAYINí NO MORE

BRING MY MONEY TO YOU, FAST AS I CAN EARN MY PAY

YOU TAKE MY MONEY TURN  AROUND AND YOU PISS IT ALL AWAY

ĎCAUSE ITíS THE SAME, SAME OLD GAME

I JUST CANíT GO ON PLAYINí NO MORE

USED TO THINK I WAS SO SHARP, MAMA

COULD HAVE ANY GIRL IN TOWN

JUST BY WINKINí MY EYE

NOWADAYS WHEN I SEE THESE FOXY LADIES, RUNNINí AROUND

ALL I CAN DO IS HANG MY HEAD AND CRY

GUESS IíLL GO HOME NOW, CLIMB IN MY EMPTY BED

WHILE THESE MEMORIES OF YOU KEEP DRIFTINí AND DRIFTINí

THROUGH MY HEAD

ĎCAUSE ITíS THE SAME, SAME OLD GAME

I JUST CANíT GO ON PLAYINí NO MORE

IDLEWILDE

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