I was on my way down to Mexico,

there was trouble on the rise.

It was nothing more than I'd left behind,

which was much to my surprise.

I turned around and lit a cigarette

wiped the dust off of my boots.

When up ahead I saw the crowd,

I knew it was no use.



I'ts been the same way for Oh so long,

it looks like I'm singing the same old song.



A fine and fancy man was he,

doing good things for the poor.

Givin' rides in his rockin' Eighty-eight for free.

They could not hope for more.

When it came my turn he said to me,

"Have I seen your face before?"

I said, "Oh no, you must be wrong,

I'm from a distant shore.



So if you don't mind, I'll just move along

but it looks like I'm singin' the same old song."



A Nineteen Forty movie star

with a long forgotten name.

She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress,

still hangin' on to fame.

With forgotten lines she missed her cue

and left a glass of wine at home.

She was singin' the same song that I was.

Could we both be wrong?



So hand in hand we walked along,

each of us singin' the same old song.