Текст Savoy Brown – Always The Same

There was twenty at the sharer, I was there myself
Trying to establish who may reap the wealth
I said I cannot take this, you know these cards dealt
There’s one for you and three for them

As the mornings mists were clearing I could set my course
There were nineteen souls came in on foot, while one man rode a horse
And the nineteen ragged souls, the battles they had fought
But the man who rode ahead he never fired a shot
And it’s always the same
Yes it’s always the same
And it’s always the same
Yes it’s always the same