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