(Jack Wesley Routh, Randy Sharp)
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I'm sending you some money
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I wish it could be more
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But it's harder than I thought
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To find the work I came here for
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This place is just as pretty
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As I pictured it to be
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But a man in need of work's
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An all too common sight to see
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Each morning as the trucks roll in
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A lucky few climb on
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And the rest of us are left to wonder
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Where the dream has gone
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Where the dream has gone
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They say the Sierra melts with the rain
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To race through the valley like blood through the vein
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Turning the lowland from golden to green
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To harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin
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Every day I struggle
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With the distance and the fear
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That I will not return
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Or find a way to bring you here
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My emptiness grows deeper
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I feel my spirit fall
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As night comes like a blanket
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It brings no sleep at all
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I only hope that time will find
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A way to work things out
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We will be together
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In the life we dream about
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Life we dream about
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They say the Sierra melts with the rain
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To race through the valley like blood through the vein
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Turning the lowland from golden to green
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To harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin
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We'll harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin
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Dreams Of The San Joaquin
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Linda Ronstadt |