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

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