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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?
