Been said that everything down home has changed;
So for my fiftieth, I have arranged
To go down
To my town,
And just drive around since long been estranged.
Got a freeway where my canal used to be.
Well, that's what I been told - are they kidding me?
Used to thrash
And splash
In that water entirely bare - nearly!
Shed my jeans on the bank in order to keep them dry
'Cause my mom's water orders I did defy.
Said she, 'Son,
That canal yon,
Stay out of! ' - But to it I'd go - on the sly.
Uh oh, can't go home just yet,
My hair is still soakin' wet.
I'll get caught!
So I aught
To stay outside till sunset...
Oh, excuse me - got carried away,
Was thinking about my days at play.
Though been long ago
Since San Benito,
Still miss that place - even to this day!
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