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