San Clemente Reprieve

Lyrics

Trudging home, George stamps through the door Boots are aching, don't feel fresh no more Hollers to mom as he makes his retreat 'Bout to unwind from the San Clemente street Feet are weary, but it's that time of eve Dinner's waiting, time to roll up his sleeve

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