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Señor Gringo

The people call him Señor Gringo
But no one’s sure just where he’s from
Upon one leg like a flamingo
He stands until the day is done
At night he knocks upon the windows
And folks are friendly through the glass
But no one thinks to let him in though
And Señor Gringo never asks

But where do you go
When the lights go down low
Do you saunter the streets
Like an old movie star
Do you sleep in backseats
Of them Cadillac cars
Do you paint the concrete
With your moonlit memoir
Señor Gringo

The people call him Señor Gringo
And he’s a fixture in this place
Upon one leg he stands akimbo
With a certain solitary grace
He got the look, he got the lingo
And always acts the pious one
Reflecting down wherever he goes
Pale fire stolen from the sun

But where do you go
When the lights go down low
Do you saunter the streets
Like an old movie star
Do you sleep in backseats
Of them Cadillac cars
Do you paint the concrete
With your moonlit memoir
Señor Gringo
Señor Gringo
Señor Gringo
Señor Gringo


© 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC

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from Cruisin' For Tacos During The Apocalypse (Part I), released November 19, 2021

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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

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