The More Things Change - Pat Travers

Flying down the highway, the pedal threw the floor

I got a gig tonight in Houston

I’ve played that town before

The money sounds real good

I hear the show is sold out

And just when I think I got it licked

My motor spudders out…

And now it seems like the blues…

Have got a hold on me…

Oh hard times and bad luck

Why won’t you let me be…

The more things change

The more they stay insane

I think it’s really strange

The way they stay the same…

Got stranded out in Rosedale, a town that’s gone to bed

In this town on sunday, you might as well be dead

Well the sheriff don’t take kindly, to strangers on

The road, well he locked us up as vagrants

We had no place to go… and now it seems like the blues

Have got a hold of me… oh hard times and bad luck

Why won’t you let me be…

The more things change, the more they stay insane

I think it’s really strange, the way they stay the same

Yah the more things change, the more they stay insane

I think it’s really strange, the way they stay the same