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