Letra de Old Borego

I've seen snow on Christmas Eve Gracing frosted evergreens After most the trees go brown I'm still standing I've been miles away from home Trapped in Charles Dicken's poems I've been freezing in this town But I'm still standing It's almost New Year, San Diego Another Christmas in Old Borego Face down in a little white shack In the back room This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood In a bad mood I hear you when I'm asleep Missy, you're the love I keep But I still got no cash to send in my pocket It's been months since we first kissed But your face is what I miss And I keep your picture bent in my pocket Hey, yeah, it's almost New Year, San Diego Another Christmas in old Borego Face down in a little white shack In the back room This town is a thirty-five ford in a bad mood In a bad mood Face down in a little white shack In the back room This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood In a bad mood