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.
