San Clemente Sundown

Lyrics

George back home, it's that evening commute Feet hit the floor, man, they hollerin' 'truce' Stumbles in the door, says, 'Hey Ma, gotta scoot' 'Bathroom calling me, and my soles, they refute' Now it's time to relax, shake off that outside stress Dinner on the table, life's a simple bless San Clemente's sunset be painting skies fresh While George leaves behind his nine-to-five mess

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