(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 singïn' the same old song.