Goin’ Down to Mexico

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

A fine and fancy man was he

Doing good things for the poor

Giving rides in his rocking

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 singing the same old song

[Instrumental Break 1:19-2:32]

[Outro]

A nineteen-forty movie star

With a long forgotten name

She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress

Still hanging on to fame

With forgotten lines she missed her cue

And left a glass of wine at home

She was singing the same song that I was

Could we both be wrong?

So, hand in hand we walk along

Each of us singin' the same old song