There's brand new Ranger 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 ten-thirty and they're all home in bed
This ain't the same town that I painted red

They'll probably look at me funny or lock me up good
If I drove down main street with a deer on my hood
No more eight-ball at Bulldogs now it's Starbucks in the store
No this ain't the same town that I painted red

At the old golden palace on a Friday night tear
With Amber Lin 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

Here we go boys

There's no faded blue jeans, her own worn out boots
Yes, what they call progress is done plowed up my roots
Now I'm sure they're 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