Capitola by the Sea
By Robert W. Cluney
I went down to Capitola
The village by the sea
I thought I would take a look around
And let the girls look at me
I walked into a little cafe
There I saw a pretty blonde
Sitting at the table across from me
And man she was comin' on
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I had high hopes
And that's no joke
I saw how she looked at me
Down in Capitola
The village by the sea
I walked over to her table
And set down in a chair
That's when I saw that big coat
I hadn't seen a hangin' there
Just then he walked in through the door
And looked me in the eye
He reached out and grabbed my arm
I thought I was goin' to die
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She said now Joe, he didn't know
He didn't mean no harm
Meanwhile that big 'grilla
Is twinstin' off my arm
She stepped up beside me
Slipped something in my hand
She gave be a little wink
Like I should understand
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This big guy shoved me out the door
I looked in my hand
I had her telephone number
And call me tonight about ten
I gav'er her a telephone call
Her voice purred in my ear
She said all those inviting words
That I wanted to hear
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She said come up and see me
I'm just three blocks away
I said honey hang up that phone
I'm already on my way
Now that's not all the story
But all I'm going to tell
But if I ever meet that guy named Joe
I'm gone' a run like hell