Dreams Of The San Joaquin

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
But 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 might not return
Or find a way to bring you here
My emptiness grows deeper
My spirit starts to 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
That we may be together
In this life we dream about
This life we dream about
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
We'll harvest forever in dreams of the San Joaquin