Lyrics:

There's brand new range rovers all over these streets, and the people who drive em, ain't no kin to me. I guess the gun racks and six packs, all left when I did. This ain't the same town that I painted red.

With a pair of black tire marks on old airport road, racing for the pink slip in my white GTO. Well it's only 10:30 and they're all home in bed. Nah this ain't the same town that I painted red.

They'd probably look at me funny or lock me up good, if I drove down main street with a deer on my hood. No more 8 ball at bulldogs. Now it's Starbucks instead. No this ain't the same town that I painted red.

At the old golden palace on a Friday night tear, with amber lynn austin and her frosty blonde hair, now when I see her daddy, he don't want me dead. No this ain't the same town that I painted red.

Ah here we go boys

There's no faded blue jeans or old worn out boots. Guess what they call progress, has done plowed up my roots. now I'm sure there good folks, but with that being said, this ain't the same town that I painted red, no this ain't the same town that I painted red.