Pacheco

Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting Sun
Where sagebrush turns to alive oak
And the white tail run
The air is cool as music
When the day is done
And God paints the sky above Pacheco

Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Turn west again, up through Pacheco
Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz
We're rolling fine
Where red tail hawks go circling
Like the ways of time
And lovers and friends will meet again
'Round red Sonoma wine
And God calls the night above Pacheco
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Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Turn west again, up through Pacheco