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 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.