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.
It's 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. Giving rides in his rocking 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 singing the same old song."
A Nineteen Forty movie star With a long forgotten name. She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress, Still hanging on to fame. With forgotten lines she missed her cue And left a glass of wine at home. She was singing the same song that I was. Could we both be wrong?
So hand in hand we walked along, Each of us singing the same old song.