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.