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(Billy Gibbons, Bill Ham, Dusty Hill)
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,
Still hangin· on to fame.
With forgotten lines she missed her cue
And left a glass 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 singïn· the same old song.
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04.12.2008, 16:26 de ionel coscondel