Goin' Down To Mexico

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 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 s*xy mess in her pleated dress Still hangin' on to fame With forgotten lines she missed her cue And left a gla*s 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 singin' the same old song