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

Sixteen for myself

And it's always the same

Yes it's always the same

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