Dreams of the San Joaquin - Kenny Rogers

I’m sending you some money

I wish it could be more

But it’s harder than I thought

To find the work I came here for

This place is just as pretty

As I pictured it to be

And a man in need of work’s

An all too common sight to see

Each morning as the trucks roll in

A lucky few climb on

And the rest of us are left to wonder

Where the dream has gone

Where the dream has gone

They say the Sierras melt with the rain

And race through the valley

Like blood through the vein

Turning the lowland

From golden to green

To harvest forever

Our dreams of the San Joaquin

Every day I struggle

With the distance and the fear

That I will not return or find

A way to bring you here

My emptiness grows deeper

I feel my spirit fall

As night comes like a blanket

That brings no sleep at all

I only hope that time will find

A way to work things out

And we will be together

In the life we dream about

The life we dream about

Repeat Chorus and add line:

We’ll harvest forever

In dreams of the San Joaquin

They say the Sierras melt with the rain

And race through the valley

Like blood through the vein

Turning the lowland

From golden to green

To harvest forever

Our dreams of the San Joaquin