Los Gatos - Dirk Hamilton


    When the trees are meatless bone on Tate Street
    And all the pretty heads are stuffed in hoods
    And the foglights splash beside the road divide
    You got the winter in Los Gatos

    The people tucked inside a coffee shop
    A man in a muffler lights a pipe up in the rain
    The tourist lady's hair is purple soakin' wet
    Cotton Candy in Los Gatos

    Down in The Cellar you can get hot apple wine
    Guitar playin' all the time
    Across the room a girl is signalin' in mime

    It's a little town that the Mexican called Los Gatos
    It's a little town where the Spaniard found a home

    "Mi casa es su casa" said the momma
    "Una cerveza mas" she screamed
    The donkeys' shiny wet reflects the stoplights' red
    Out on the mainstreet of Los Gatos
    "everything is slower here" the mayor drunkly sighed
    Gazin' at the traffic jam
    Across the street ya see the girl with silver eyes

    It's a little town that the Mexican called Los Gatos
    It's a little town where the Spaniard found a home

    All songs ©1977 by Rabbit Songs BMI

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