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Verse 1 
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There's brand new Ranger Rovers 
    G 
All over these streets 
         A 
And the people who drive 'em 
      D 
Ain't no kin to me 
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I guess the gun racks and six packs 
     G 
All left when I did 
D 
This aint the same town 
     A         D   
That I painted red 
 
Chorus 
       G 
With a pair of black tire marks 
   D 
On old airport road 
A 
Racing for the pink slip 
       D 
In my white gto 
           G 
Well it's only ten-thirty 
           D            G 
And their all home in bed 
D 
This aint the same town 
     A          D 
That I painted red 
 
Verse 2 
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They'ld probably look at me funny 
    G 
Or lock me up good 
   A 
If I drove down main street 
        D 
With a deer on my hood 
D 
No more eight-ball at Bulldogs 
           G 
Now it's Starbucks in the store 
   D 
No this aint the same town 
     A          D      
That I painted red 
 
Chorus 
       G 
At the old golden palace 
        D 
On a Friday night tear 
      A 
With Amber Lin Austin 
          D 
And her frosty blonde hair 
         G 
Now when I see her daddy 
    D            G 
He dont want me dead 
    D 
No this aint the same town 
     A          D 
That I painted red 
 
D               G D G D A D 
Here we go boys 
 
Chorus 
       G 
Theres no faded blue jeans 
    D 
Her own worn out boots 
    A 
Yes what they call progress 
   D 
Is done plowed up my roots 
    G 
Now Im sure they're good folks 
    D                G 
But with that being said 
D 
This aint the same town 
     A          D  
That I painted red 
D  
No this aint the same town 
     A         D  A G D 
That I painted red