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,