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