I was on my way down to mexico,
There was trouble on the rise.
It was nothing more than Id 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.

Its been the same way for oh so long,
It looks like Im 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,
Im from a distant shore.

So if you dont mind, Ill just move along
But it looks like Im 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.