(Billy Gibbons, Bill Ham, Dusty Hill)
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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 I'd 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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I'ts been the same way for oh so long,
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It looks like I'm 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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I'm from a distant shore.
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So if you don't mind, I'll just move along
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But it looks like I'm 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.
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Goin' Down To Mexico
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| Zz Top |
