Always the Same کے بول

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