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I was taking in the haight With a guest from L.A. Wearing underwears Like a hat on my head The spirit of the sixties Was all around From high on hippie hill We surveyed the sacred ground Covering hallowed ground Covering hallowed ground Well, I was south of the slot By closing time My black leather chaps Afloat the crystalline tide I wheelied down an alley That shined with lube Checked the ghost of sylvester By the light of the man on the moon Covering hallowed ground Covering hallowed ground When daybreak broke I hit the beach but found no sand Letras de cancionesThough saints Peter and Paul Were close at hand A screamer bared his knife And drew a fleet of black and white A book he'd written way back when Had changed my life Covering hallowed ground Covering hallowed ground Shoo-bee-doo-wop Covering hallowed ground Shoo-bee-doo-wop Covering hallowed ground From Letras Mania