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never gonna change

mize, logan
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never gonna change

well people call me crazy, just a little thrown off, cause the road they travel, ain't the path i'm on, but it sure feels good to be makin' my own way. when i left kansas swore i'd never look back, but now that i'm gone it makes me laugh, when i look in the mirror everything's still the same. well my best pair of jeans got holes in the knees, grease stains, and a copenhagen ring, my truck's to loud, and i still drink that cheap light beer. somethings ain't ever gonna change, like a burnin' sun down on the plains, stiff grease still turns the wind mill, the stars light up the midnight sky, tornadoes and black clouds in may, grain trucks on a dusty old highway, the kids are still draggin' main every friday night, and the old men talk about the good old days, i guess somethings ain't ever gonna change. i drove my four wheel drive to this six string town, while all my buddies are settlin' down, i'm just doin' my best i can at gettin' by, well the longer i'm gone, the more i see, the city brings out the country in me, and finds it's way into every song i write. that's why i sing about dirt roads, fisshin' holes, the story of my life to a couple of chords, and it all goes good with that cheap light beer. somethings ain't ever gonna change, like a burnin' sun down on the plains, stiff grease still turns the wind mill, the stars light up the midnight sky, tornadoes and black clouds in may, grain trucks on a dusty old highway, the kids are still draggin' main every friday night, and the old men talk about the good old days, i guess somethings ain't ever gonna change. every time i go back home, my old truck drives itself, back over to her house, my heart still lays where it fell. somethings ain't ever gonna change, like a burnin' sun down on the plains, stiff grease still turns the wind mill, the stars light up the midnight sky, tornadoes and black clouds in may, grain trucks on a dusty old highway, the kids are still draggin' main every friday night, and the old men talk about the good old days, i guess somethings ain't ever gonna change. never gonna change. this kansas boy's still the same.

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