Lyrics:
Steamboat whistle blues
Oh Captain Way I'm sorry, my hat is off to you
You've been a-hanging out by the old cook stove
With the steamboat whistle blues
America gone plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old
to a face like a yearbook
Another year stuck in a sinkhole
Sunny days outside staying indoors
Same old story
Same old story
Same old story
I'm late for Banned
so bad were so bad were so bad
but your mad your so mad
All you had to say was sorry
all I hears the same old story
just a simple little sorry
You
Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my ol'dawg niggas that's used
of passion, jealousy and hate
Woman needs man, and man must have his mate,
That no one can deny.
It's just the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case
Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies.
Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel.
Nougat.
Say that I'll come but then I cancel
Brand new day, same old story
Never alone but always lonely
Used to be close but now we're strangers
Never been
Same old story, same old song. I've heard that line for way to long
She was right and I was wrong, please come back where you belong
The Same old story
Come on, meet us out where the trouble's at
I was born that same night trouble was born
I'm from the same bed old trouble's from
We could break down
what's the way forward
Abi na same old story them wan tell us
If na the money make Dem buga I'm not jealous
My vote na my right and that is enough
2023
She sits alone, just starin' at the telephone
Another night she waits, for her imaginary date
The same old story's got her in a trance
Just
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
on my life
Oh hours and hours
Like the dog years of the day
Old story, same old story
Won't you see the light of day
Far away, far away
Waste away
Operator, help me please
Room service got me on my knees
They got the same ole ham and rye
Give me fillet gumbo, crawfish pie
I want it Red
the car
Have I been holding on too long
I left you but you're on my mind
Across the water it's not too blame
These old faces don't look the same
These old
We're doing a sequel
We're back by popular demand
C'mon on everybody, strike up the band
We're doing a sequel
That's what we do in Hollywood
that story is old
But what they grow on Tobacco Road
cint enough to keep me here at home
The Everglades, Caribbean queens
South cmerican energy
and hate and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
It is that same old story
Of love and hate and glory
A case
It all started here, she was a girl from the mid-west
He was a stranger in a strange land
Same old story
He came for the glory
She came looking
Oh Yeah
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a litte name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
To the Crocodile River in the south in 1926
Minister Piet Grobler got the borders fixed
Uncle Paul
You started it all
Long ago in the days of the old Transvaal
It
jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do
down south for a change
Still me same old same
Different girl same typa vibe
Same color eyes same old game
Merry go round this ride
Can’t look myself in
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