San Joaquin

Ground cover is gone
 Smoke fills the sky
 A town turned caravan
 With dust-colored eyes
 We fight elevation
 Struggle through the night
 Fortunes to borrow
 Clearer skies to see
 Aimlessly drifting
 Leaders still believe
 I hear the valley
 Isn't all it's supposed to be
 I could use a life
 Better than my own
 I will surely die
 Never to find a home
 If you don't get me out of San Joaquin
 Sisters and brothers
 Gypsies and strays
 Call Franklin president
 But he doesn't know our names
 If there is a God
 Then we are all the same
 Sleeping under stars
 Drifting into dreams
 Rain like a river
 Washes my body clean
 Steals away my clothes
 And the dirt of San Joaquin
 I could live a life
 Better than my own
 I will surely die
 Never to find a home
 If you don't get me out of San Joaquin
 Get me out of San Joaquin
 Get me out of San Joaquin
 Get me out of San Joaquin
 Get me out of San Joaquin