Ain't It the Same

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?