| I was on my way down to mexico,
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| there was trouble on the rise.
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| it was nothing more than Id left behind,
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| which was much to my surprise.
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| I turned around and lit a cigarette
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| wiped the dust off of my boots.
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| when up ahead I saw the crowd,
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| I knew it was no use.
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| Its been the same way for oh so long,
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| it looks like Im singing the same old song.
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| A fine and fancy man was he,
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| doing good things for the poor.
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| givin rides in his rockin eighty-eight for free.
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| they could not hope for more.
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| when it came my turn he said to me,
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| have I seen your face before?
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| I said, oh no, you must be wrong,
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| Im from a distant shore.
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| So if you dont mind, Ill just move along
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| but it looks like Im singin the same old song.
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| A nineteen forty movie star
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| with a long forgotten name.
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| she was a sexy mess in her pleated dress,
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| still hangin on to fame.
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| with forgotten lines she missed her cue
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| and left a glass of wine at home.
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| she was singin the same song that I was.
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| could we both be wrong?
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| So hand in hand we walked along,
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| each of us singin the same old song. |