All the Same - My Brother's Keeper

The traveler and the sleeper start to seem the same to me

When tomorrow doesn’t offer any guarantee

A flip of fate can send a man with concrete in his shoes

Down the track just singing those Jimmy Rodgers blues

And the man who looks over at the picket fence to scoff

Becomes the thing he hated the day the wheels comes off

‘Cause when the jobs are gone and the gas is gone

And they groundd all the planes

No promise of tomorrow

Wll that makes us all the same

Romanticize your ramblin', and the way you up and leave

Let the cowboy run against the wind, it’s only make believe

Set your hopes on things eternal, set your eyes on things above

And sit down on the front porch with the people that you love

‘Cause you can’t take it with you

Ah, what a cryin' shame

Six figures, six feet under

That’s what makes us all the same

The traveler and the sleeper, the sinner and the saint

The rich man and the poor man, all subjected to fate

You can’t reason with the clock hands

You can’t reason with the grave

The Reaper and the Maker

Well that makes us all the same

All the same, all the the same

All the same, same, same

The Reaper and the Maker

Well that makes us all the same

All the same, all the the same

All the same, same, same

The Reaper and the Maker

Well that makes us all the same

The moths ate up my rhinestone suit and the El Dorado’s rusted

Someone stole my mandolin when the windows all got busted

Made me reevaluate what I really trusted

The moths ate up my rhinestone suit and the El Dorado’s rusted