Grew up in this town and I'm coming back home
My suitcase is ragged and frayed
Some lives are boarded over, but the horses still eat clover
Not that much has changed

The skies seem a little bluer, and the tracks look a little newer
And the water tower has more names
The ruts are a little deeper, the gullies a little steeper
Not that much has changed

Not that much has changed, it's all just rearranged
Like a picture in your mind of a heart you left behind
Not that much has changed

The grass is a little drier, the trees are a little higher
But the dust still blows on the range
The schoolyard seems smaller, the church steeple seems taller
Not that much has changed
Old friends have gotten older, some seem a little colder
The friends they once had ain't the same
But the drugstore's still for sale, as is cotton by the bale
Not that much has changed

Not that much has changed, it's all just rearranged
Like a picture in your mind of a love you left behind
Not that much has changed

When I left she said she'd be, waitin' here for me
She said I've got no need to explain
But our old car is gone, just the weeds in her lawn
Not that much has changed
I think about the war and the price we had to pay
And the lives that'll never be the same
And why for all these years, no answers have appeared
Why not that much has changed

Not that much has changed, it's all just rearranged
Like a picture in your mind of a world you left behind
Not that much has changed
Like a picture in your mind of a war you left behind
Not that much has changed

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Writer(s): JOE ELY