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 It's 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 Giving rides in his rocking Eighty-Eight for free 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 singing the same old song A nineteen-forty movie star With a long forgotten name She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress Still hanging on to fame With forgotten lines she missed her cue And left a glass of wine at home She was singing the same song that I was Could we both be wrong? So, hand in hand we walk along Each of us singin' the same old song
[Verse 1] 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 It's been the same way for oh, so long It looks like I'm singing the same old song [Verse 2] A fine and fancy man was he Doing good things for the poor Giving rides in his rocking Eighty-Eight for free 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 singing the same old song [Instrumental break 1:19-2:32] [Outro] A nineteen-forty movie star With a long forgotten name She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress Still hanging on to fame With forgotten lines she missed her cue And left a glass of wine at home She was singing the same song that I was Could we both be wrong? So, hand in hand we walk along Each of us singin' the same old song
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 It's 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 Giving rides in his rocking Eighty-Eight for free 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 singing the same old song A nineteen-forty movie star With a long forgotten name She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress Still hanging on to fame With forgotten lines she missed her cue And left a glass of wine at home She was singing the same song that I was Could we both be wrong? So, hand in hand we walk along Each of us singin' the same old song
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