morgan geer

597 Guerrero Street

Oh God not here, not now

Another ghost from my old hometown

Long and tall as the sun is high

Then he laughs and points at me and then he waves bye-bye

I follow him right down to the border

Mothers, sons, sisters and daughters

I know it ain’t the greatest part of town

But there’s a perfect place to sit and watch the sun come down

 

 

Down on 597, 597

597 Guerrero Street and 18th, it’s a helluva place to be

Down on 597, my tiny Heaven

597 Guerrero Street and 18th

 

Look homeward you California angel

Don’t wanna go back to the Research Triangle

You left your heart in the San Francisco Bay

It’s your home away from home

Comeback ’68

 

Come back to 597, 597

597 Guerrero Street and 18th, it’s a helluva place to be

Down on 597, my tiny Heaven

597 Guerrero Street and 18th

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