Words and music by 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 singin' the same old song..