If I found me somebody who could pay me cash money
A dollar for every beer I ever drank
A ten for every Camel Light, give me fifty for a fist fight
I'd have a million dollars in the bank

Well, I'd fish this same ol' hole, hunt these same ol' woods
Wouldn't change one thing even if I could
Drink these same ol' Coors, wear these same ol' boots
Be the same ol' me lovin' the same ol' you
Be the same road, same truck, same town
Singin' the same old song

Wish I could get a buck for every one of them green head ducks
That I've knocked down in that Mississippi mud
And if money grew on trees, then I could by anything
I'd buy the same ol', same old everything

And I'd fish this same ol' hole, hunt these same ol' woods
Wouldn't change one thing even if I could
Drink these same ol' Coors, wear these same ol' boots
Be the same ol' me lovin' the same ol' you
Be the same road, same truck, same town
Singin' the same old song

(Ooh, yeah)

Well, I might buy my daddy one of them brand new Chevy's
Take mama to town, let her pick out somethin' nice

But I'd fish this same ol' hole, hunt these same ol' woods
Wouldn't change one thing even if I could
Drink these same ol' Coors, wear these same ol' boots
Be the same ol' me lovin' the same ol' you
Be the same road, same truck, same town
Singin' the same old song

Yeah, same road, same truck, same town
Singin' the same old song
Same old song
And I'd fish this same ol' hole (same ol' hole)
And I'd hunt these same ol' woods (same ol' woods)
And I'd drink these same ol' Coors (same ol' Coors)
And I'd wear these same ol' boots worn out boots (same ol' boots)

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Erik Dylan Anderson, Jonathan David Singleton, Jonathan Singleton, Riley Green