Kenny Rogers Songs - Dreams Of The San Joaquin Lyrics

Kenny Rogers - Dreams Of The San Joaquin

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Album: You Can't Make Old Friends
Released: 2013

Dreams Of The San Joaquin Lyrics

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
And 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 will not return or find
A way to bring you here

My emptiness grows deeper
I feel my spirit 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
And we will be together
In the life we dream about
The life we dream about

Repeat Chorus and add line:
We'll harvest forever
In dreams of the San Joaquin

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

Writer/s: Sharp, Randy L / Routh, Jack Wesley
Publisher: EMI Music Publishing
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Dreams Of The San Joaquin

Kenny Rogers has had considerable success throughout his career with songs that tell stories ("Ruby, Don't Take Your Love to Town," "The Gambler," "Lucille"). He continues the tradition with this tune. "It's the story of a worker in the fields of the San Joaquin valley in the 30s and 40s, during the height of the depression and the Dust Bowl," he explained to Billboard magazine. "If you studied history, you know that farmers quit working the soil in Oklahoma and went west. So, all that soil died and created the dust bowl. Eventually, everyone ended up west of the San Joaquin up on the mountaintops."

"The song is a letter that this worker is writing home to his wife," Rogers continued. "He says 'I'm sending you this money. I wish it could be more, but it's harder than I thought to find the work I came here for. It's very poignant to me, and almost cinematic."