by Robin Williamson
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Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun
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Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run
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The air is cool as music when the day is gone
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And God paints the sky above Pacheco
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Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we're rolling fine
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Where red tail hawks go circling like the ways of time
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Lovers and friends will meet again round red Sonoma wine
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When God calls the night above Pacheco
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Chorus:
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Driving all day up the San Joaquin
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Turn west again, up through Pacheco
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Pacheco
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| Robin Williamson |
