The More Things Change Songtext
von Pat Travers
The More Things Change Songtext
Flying down the highway, the pedal threw the floor
I got a gig tonight in Houston, I′ve played that town before
The money sounds real good, I hear the show is sold out
And just when I think I've got it licked, my motor spudders out
And now it seems like the blues have got a hold on me
Ooh, hard times and bad luck, why won′t you let me be?
Oh, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it's really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Got stranded out in Rosedale, a town that's gone to bed
In this town on Sunday, you might as well be dead
Well, the sheriff don′t take kindly to strangers on the road
Well, he locked us up as vagrants, we had no place to go
And now it seems like the blues have got a hold of me
Ooh, hard times and bad luck, why won′t you let me be?
The more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it's really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Yeah, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it′s really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
I set a bail on Monday, sheriff told some lies
I had to hug my guitar as I kissed that town goodbye
And I can't shake the feeling that I′ve done this all before
I know it never changes, I keep coming back for me
And it always seems like the blues have got a hold of me
Ooh, hard times and bad luck, why won't you let me be?
The more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it′s really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Yeah, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it's really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Yeah, again, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh...)
I got a gig tonight in Houston, I′ve played that town before
The money sounds real good, I hear the show is sold out
And just when I think I've got it licked, my motor spudders out
And now it seems like the blues have got a hold on me
Ooh, hard times and bad luck, why won′t you let me be?
Oh, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it's really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Got stranded out in Rosedale, a town that's gone to bed
In this town on Sunday, you might as well be dead
Well, the sheriff don′t take kindly to strangers on the road
Well, he locked us up as vagrants, we had no place to go
And now it seems like the blues have got a hold of me
Ooh, hard times and bad luck, why won′t you let me be?
The more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it's really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Yeah, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it′s really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
I set a bail on Monday, sheriff told some lies
I had to hug my guitar as I kissed that town goodbye
And I can't shake the feeling that I′ve done this all before
I know it never changes, I keep coming back for me
And it always seems like the blues have got a hold of me
Ooh, hard times and bad luck, why won't you let me be?
The more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it′s really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Yeah, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh)
I think it's really strange (the more things change)
The way they stay the same
Yeah, again, the more things change (the more things change)
The more they stay insane (ooh...)
Writer(s): Pat Travers, Stephen Leslie Dees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com