Now, I love country music, and I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio, it's just not the same thrill Like a song that gives me chill buffs, now and then there's some that still do But I'm fed up with the same old vanilla, hey, how about you? I'm tired of the same old guy, with the same old song About the same old love, it goes on and on Same old guitar, and the same old strum I may be country, but I'm not dumb Hey there, Mr. Songwriter, come and visit in my home Then tell me about life being perfect, and love that goes on and on and on Then ride with me and my old Bronco, down to the factory for eight hours Then let me introduce you to my supervisor, then write me a song about sunshine and flowers And the same old guy, with the same old song About the same old love, it goes on and on Same old guitar, and the same old strum I may be country, but I'm not dumb I want to hear a song about passion, I want to hear a song about sin I want to hear a song about redemption, yeah, sing me one of them Tell me about a cowboy in Australia, tell me about a prisoner in China Tell me about some old stock car driver, down in Orangeburg, South Carolina Instead of the same old guy, with the same old song About the same old love, it goes on and on Same old guitar, and the same old strum I may be country, but I'm not dumb Same old, same old, same old Same old, same old, same old