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letra de capistrano beach - terry scott taylor

[chorus]
oh, fly on, you mixed-up swallows
this is not the stop that god planned
you are over san juan’s crippled sister
and it’s best you do not land
sing your song to junipero serra
ask him why we were left in the breach
could have used a good missionary
here in capistrano beach

[verse 1]
got a stepdad in tampa, most my friends have moved on
got an old gal who’s a habit i suppose i love still
we used to imagine our kids would fill two station wagons
and we’d live in the palisades over the hill
now big money owns the high cliffs and the ocean-view leases
down here their sewage gets dumped in bacteria bay
and the wild dogs chase the bikers along the gray hopeless beaches
where the drugged punks chuck driftwood
get tanned so they’ll look good
when they’re beatin’ up drifters and g-ys

[verse 2]
ol’ jesus got busted, but his restaurant’s still open
they got a rat or two in there and a fine chili relleño
with all the stiff compet-tion, leo’s liquor is closin’
poor leo went down drinkin’ whisky and drano
well, the grade school burned up, k!llin’ mean old miss day
who pinched our young arms when we got her too mad
she’d tear up when she’d read to us from hemingway
don’t know why to this day i
still visit her gravesite
hope she knows i only turned out half bad

[bridge]
well, i think about mexico and livin’ down there
i’ve heard of guys like me makin’ new starts
out on their own fishin’ boats with the wind in their hair
but this town whispers low
sayin’, “you’ll never go
hey brother, ’til death do us part”

- terry scott taylor

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