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.