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 surpriseI 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 songA 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 moreWhen 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 songA nineteen forty movie star
With a long forgotten name
She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress
Still hangin' on to fameWith 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