Words and music by billy gibbons, bill ham, dusty hill.
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 s**y mess in her pleated dress,
Still hangin' on to fame.
With forgotten lines she missed her cue
And left a gla** 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.