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.
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 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 walked along,
Each of us singing the same old song.
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae
"Goin' Down to Mexico" as written by Dusty Hill Billy Gibbons
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