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.