Ain't It the Same - Uncle Lucius

I got into a fistfight on a five dollar bill

Now I gots arraignment, and six months on the hill

Ain’t it the same?

Ain’t it the same?

They cut my hair last winter

Ain’t it the same?

Used to have a woman, and two more on the side

Now I got all three, trying to clothesline my hide

Ain’t it the same?

Ain’t it the same?

They cut my hair last winter

Ain’t it the same?

Went to call on my preacher, but there was no one there

So I drank a pint of whiskey and fell down the stairs

Ain’t it the same?

Ain’t it the same?

They cut my hair last winter!

Ain’t it the same?

Went to call on my preacher, still no one there

Drank another pint of whiskey, fell down the same damn stairs

Ain’t it the same?

Ain’t it the same?

They cut my hair last winter!

Ain’t it the same?