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.