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All his life was channel 13Loaded guns in his faceCouldn't handle the sceneOf a one horse townIn southeast South DakotaThe pressure of putting cracks in his powell-peraltaA communist block had imprisoned his youthHe grew out up of touch with the rhythm and bluesI guess his restlessness was handed downA stranger in a strange landHead in the cloudsWhen you're rockin in the day time soakin' up the sunshineTill the moonlight defines the horizon in the WestLuminous and dainty, the stars touch us so gracefullyIts a sad story about Mr. Cacciatore(Yeah)(Uh huh)(Uh huh)(Uh huh)Well they said that every child had a pretty good shotAnd in Guatemala drunken men are closer to GodPerhaps it's trueThe former spared him the fluLetras de cancionesBut the latter sent him spinninWith his monkey tone grinnin'Rung out in a lotRockin' funky old LennonSummoned like a fool'Til they found him in the poolWhen he was drunk at home swimmingPumping John Lennon on the stereoSinking in the bathtub with himAnd Mr. Cacciatore saw the whole thing happenIn an immigrant neighborhood in middle ManhattanWhen you're rockin in the day time soakin' up the sunshineTill the moonlight defines the horizon in the westLuminous and dainty, the stars touch us so gracefullyIts a sad story about Mr. CacciatoreI hope I find youI hope I find you someday'Cause ever since you went awayThings just haven't been the sameYou said they'd find youYou said they'd come and take you awayThey call you crazy but no one can explainWhy you are not here with us today? From Letras Mania