Same Old Song - Blake Shelton

And I guess I always will

But these days, when I turn on the radio

It’s just not the same thrill

I like a song that gives me chill bumps

Now and then there’s some that still do

But I’m fed up with the same old vanilla

Hey how about you

I’m tired of the same old guy

With the same old song

About the same old love

It goes on and on and on

Same old guitar

And the same old strum

I may be country but I’m not dumb

Hey there Mr. Songwriter

Come and visit in my home

Then tell me about life being perfect

And love that goes on and on and on

Then ride with me in my old Bronco

Down to the factory for eight hours

Then let me introduce you to my supervisor

Then write me a song about sunshine and flowers

And the same old guy

With the same old song

About the same old love

It goes on and on

Same old guitar

And the same old strum

I may be country but I’m not dumb

I want to hear a song about passion

I want to hear a song about sin

I want to hear a song about redemption

Yeah, sing me one of them

Tell me about a cowboy in Australia

Tell me about a prisoner in China

Tell me about some old stock car driver

Down in Orangeburg, South Carolina

Instead of

The same old guy

With the same old song

About the same old love

It goes on and on and on

Same old guitar

And the same old strum

I may be country but I’m not dumb

Same old

Same old

Same old